************* “Uh… you won’t let me in?” I asked, the confusion written all over my face. “Sorry” she said flatly, giving no other indication that she actually cared. “Um… but… this is a support group… and… I need support. I called yesterday and they said that everyone is welcome. I even got a babysitter and drove
“Do you know what makes you special, in a different way than the baby in mommy’s tummy?” The Guy asked The Boy Child as he pulled him onto his lap. “I’m better at building with Legos” The Boy Child replied, apparently confident in his six-year-old understanding of how the world works. “Well, yes” The Guy
If you didn’t read the last post, “I’m Not There Anymore,” I suggest reading that first so that this post makes sense. ************** It’s been a few days since my day in court, and I’m feeling much better. Overall I wasn’t feeling all that bad to begin with (compared to prior years in court), but either
It’s 6:30am. My husband just left for work, and the kids are sleeping. It’s been raining on and off, so it’s still dark out, and the cars driving on the road outside, are making a whizzing noise on the wet pavement as people rush off to work. A chill hangs in the air and
Not long ago, The Guy, the kids, and I were in the car. I can’t remember what we were talking about, but at some point I looked into the backseat, and saw that The Girl Child’s eyes were welling up with tears. When I asked her what was wrong, she didn’t answer me. Confused,
“Momma, I’m blowing on a wishing flower, and I’m wishing no more doctors” Horatio G. Spafford, his wife Anna, and their five children lived in Chicago in the late 1800’s. Horatio was a successful lawyer with a booming business, when tragedy struck and pneumonia stole the life of his young son. That same year, the
Do you ever have those days where you feel so overwhelmed, that you don’t feel like you can even think straight? I’m having that month, and I’m not sure where to even start explaining. Things have been a bit chaotic in the Strong household, and I’m spending more time crying and praying that I don’t
Well, to jump right into it, last week’s post stuck with me more than I was expecting. (If you haven’t read it yet, I’d suggest doing that before you continue on, but for the TL;DR, I’ve found my feelings of anger towards my ex, reignited as I watch The Guy with my children.) Anyway, it’s
******* A couple weeks ago on a Saturday night, I picked up the phone, and to my shock, horror, and surprise, there was a Facebook message from the woman that I believed my ex was cheating on me with during a portion of my marriage. That would make her the woman that he was cheating
“What you want, and what you are willing to do to get it, are drastically different things. You need to decide if you are simply just wanting, or if you are really, truly, willing. Because you can say all day long that you want something, or that you want to make a change, but unless
Last week I was sitting in a left turn lane when a car attempted to pull out of a right-turn-only business exit, and make a left turn. She didn’t make it. She hit the back of my car, backed up, made a u-turn, and drove away. By the grace of God there were no other
A few weeks ago I was at the YMCA gym, working hard to tone my butt on the ARC trainer (because why not), and thinking about how nervous I was that it was the first time that my now eight-year-old daughter wasn’t in the kid’s area of the YMCA childcare center. I was nervous as
