It’s been over a year since my husband and I separated.
While there were moments since then that we’ve “tried again” for the millionth time, it always ended up in the same result.
Ever heard that “other” definition of insanity?
“Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”As much as the pandemic was hard on us all, it actually brought us closer.
During quarantine, we had to learn to work together [as friends] since we both agreed him moving back in would be best for our family during the spring.I had to learn to let go of control since he was doing everything for us that involved leaving the house.
Since my office had close, he was working extra to make enough money to support us both. I am thankful that he was able to do that and we didn’t have to worry about how we were going to pay the bills.
There are still days that I feel down; like very down. So much so that I isolate myself for days.
Now that my oldest is back in school, it has helped to give me a bit of a distraction. I’ve been working on finding things to do on my “off days” to fill my cup, like my recent tiny house stay.Do we know this is the best decision for our family?
Do I still feel like a failure here and there?
Of course, I’m human.But we’ve both come to terms with accepting that we just do not work as partners, even though it hurts to come to that realization.
Some days are easier than others.
But as they say time heals all wounds.
I am looking forward to even more better days to come. ❤