And then I forgot about it.
Ok, that’s a lie. I didn’t forget about it. But I did try my very best to ignore it.
I’m not exactly sure what my hesitation was. Call me scared, call me insecure, call me beautiful (I kid). But for some reason I never posted it. And then one day I came across a fellow blogger who has oh, I don’t know, about a million and five followers and you know what her post started with?
Her parents were getting a divorce. And she had the guts to talk about it with her million and five readers. So, I decided I should probably try to find some of these guts that she owns. And so yesterday, as I was plowing through my sickness with too much time to think, I brought up my drafted post.
And you know what it started with?
Crap, I thought. I’m going to have to change my post. Why? Because this famous blogger has people. And her people have lawyers. And I didn’t want to get sued.
So, I began to think of other ways I could write “Divorce”. Ha. Come to find out, there is absolutely no other way to write “Divorce”. It’s just that ... Divorce. Period.
So, without further ado ...
Not an easy subject. Not easy at all.
Not an easy thing to deal with. Not for anyone.
But it happens. We all know that it does.
My family consisted of dad, mom, big sis and myself until I was 16. My life changed that year. My parents went their separate ways, my sister went off to college, and I was still trying to figure out who the heck I was and who I wanted to be in this big, crazy world. It was tough.
And maybe someday I will tell you just how tough. But for now, I just want to say that if anyone is dealing with a separation in any way, shape or form, I know ... we know ... that it’s not an easy thing to deal with. It’s not an easy subject. And most importantly, you will get through it.
My family once consisted of four.
I miss my home.
I miss the family that I once knew.
There is absolutely no denying that. And I now know that there is no reason to deny it. It’s a fact.
It’s normal and healthy to miss something that you once loved and that no longer is. I miss our home, our land, my bedroom, my dogs (imagine that). I miss the place that we spent so many years and gained so many memories in.
It was tough.
But we are still a family.
Just a little bigger and a little crazier.
And now, I have Dan.
And I have Sherman (love you Sherm!) Ha. Sorry, just trying to lighten the mood a bit ... I'm getting a little choked up over here. Not to mention, I have all of Dan’s amazing family members that I now so proudly call my own. And we have our own little home to spend so many years and gain so many memories in.
And that is what really matters.
The present. And the future.
Yes, it was tough. It was hard. But we got through it. And we moved on.
And we remember and we miss, but we look forward to the new.
And we love the new. The amazing and exciting and unpredictable new.
Now, can we please talk about Bridesmaids?
Holy freaking hilarious.
(I'm a tad bit late, I know)