are we...or aren't we?
Greetings from limbo!
Maybe it's not so easy to walk away after all. Over the past twenty-four plus hours, I have been waiting for the proverbial ax to fall, with my marriage perched precariously on the chopping block.
But after more than twenty-four hours, my husband, bags at the ready, is still here.
So what does this mean? I don’t exactly know, but I’m hopeful. Hopeful that we can come to some sort of amicable resolution…one that doesn’t include divorce.
On the whole, today was a good day. Despite everything going on, I managed to steal away for a few hours, with my daughter in tow, to see a movie—Scream 4. I had a free ticket voucher, and it was worth using it. The movie was actually pretty good, if nothing other than a complete distraction from my current worries.
I also had a dozen or more messages wishing me well, and offering support—something I have desperately needed, but didn’t want to ask for. So to all of you who sent kind words my way…thank you! I think I’ll be ok.
Of course, I’ll be ok. Just maybe not overnight. No matter how things turn out, I am certain I will need time to get back to being me. And I suppose that’s ok. We all need time to heal. Lucky for me I have a blog…writing is therapeutic.
Until the next time…I’ll be here…doing the limbo!