When my parents, who lived with us, and my first husband all died within 6 weeks of each other. I learned I could survive the most heartbreaking situations, I am strong, it's ok to cry but not ok to continually grieve.... they aren't coming back, no matter how much I missed them. After about six months of being a sodden kleenex mess, I started going to Mass every week, going for walks, talking to complete strangers (who probably thought I was nuts) and made a lot of friends that way. I started looking for another husband.... I like being married, in a relationship, and in love. I met my John in July and married him 5 weeks later.... and it's been over 5 years of kind, gentle, supportive love. I will always love my first husband and parents, but I married at 16 the first time, and grew up in that marriage. This time is a new, mature relationship. I am not a servant and I am not less than my current husband, which was a whole new experience. I have found my voice and am encouraged to stand up when I think I'm right. As I age more, I miss my loved ones every day, but they have gone on to something better, brighter and more than I can imagine. I have to keep going, for my John, my kids, and the grandkids that I have been blessed with in the last 4 years. Sorry, **tears**, I am trying to be the best person I can be, for me as well as every one else.
The incarceration of both of my parents. Therapy. Lots and lots of therapy.
Quoting mom2priceboys:death of my son in 1994 and It changed my life forever - time is how I deal and it doesn't always get better!!
A sexual assault in a grocery store parking lot that resulted in a pregnancy... even after a Plan B pill at the hospital. Knew this little guy was a fighter from day one... but he didn't feel like my baby. He was always meant for his mom.
Giving a child for adoption was the single hardest thing I have ever had to do. I still cry almost daily.
Beauty VS Brains
What do you prefer?
- Kmakksmom
on Oct. 8, 2012 at 1:15 AM