The Story

Let’s go back in time a bit so that you can know where I’ve been and how I’ve found myself in this place. On February 4, 2018, while sitting on the sofa, my teenage daughter snuggled up to me and told me that she had something to tell me. In my heart, I knew. I knew this was going to be big. Crazy big.

She took out her phone to show me a few photos and began to tell me the story of how she found out about her father’s other life. YA’LL. It was horrific and I didn’t even feel anything…it was as if my body already knew. At that moment, I had this weird peace that wasn’t like anything that I had ever felt before. I was able to allow her to grieve the loss of the father she knew while in the safety of my arms. I’m going to stop here for a minute and let you know that I truly  believe that  God’s beautiful Spirit came swooping down to lead me through the next few months.

Fast forward through a whole bunch of drama, roughly 170 hours of therapy, the actual divorce and here I am today, February 12, 2019. I’m working part-time, enrolled in school and I’ve moved into a cute little house that I love. Three of my kids are living with me and we are moving step by step in our new life…this isn’t anything revolutionary…TONS of people have walked similar paths before us. But it is all new (and a little bit scary) to me.

So what am I going to do? Truthfully, I have no idea. The part-time job is not sustainable for the long-term. My schooling is on hold because I don’t even like it…it was simply what I thought was the best idea at the time. I love my house (every single morning, I thank God for it). And my kids are cleaning bathrooms and taking out the garbage. WITHOUT BEING ASKED.

All in all, life is hard these days; but I have so many things to be grateful for.