It's Time...

Every now and again I find myself thinking of my ex, our past marriage and even the traditions we had. This year has been very emotionally difficult for me (health wise too) in all aspects but, in all honesty I must say that the Pros far outweigh the Cons. My children have been my rock and my family and friends...I just can't speak high enough of them (MY CUP RUNNETH OVER!!!)

It's time to move on and let go! I know from March until now seems like such a short time but it feels like a lifetime to me. I've yelled, screamed, acted out and rebelled as anyone in my position would but I've mourned long enough. Everyone else has moved on with their life and I cannot continue to live in a revolving time capsule. I decided to take my time and mourn the death of my marriage and not put a band aid over it as others have. When you bandage a wound and not nurture it, it will eventually come undone. I want no bandages and want all of my scars and cuts to show so that I can be free.

If I can inspire one woman or man out there who has been wronged by someone they shared a relationship with then that alone helps my wounds heal faster. It does get easier, surround yourself with positive people and keep busy. When you least expect it you will find your rhythm and start making new traditions and new memories. Nothing stays the same forever but change is never bad!💫💪🌟⭐️😊

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