The first thing you need to know is that I am nothing special. I am a mom. I am a teacher. I live in a half renovated house in the suburbs of Washington.
I have been blessed with two beautiful boys who I will call C. and E. on this blog. They are my everything; my reason for being. They are the best gift that God could ever give me. I love them to death, even when they are screaming or throwing a temper tantrum and driving me nuts by making a mess of McQueen cars in my clean family room; they are truly the best and my world.
I had a husband. And I loved Husband. Part of me still does love him. He cheated on me, betrayed me, and hurt me more than anyone on this Earth. But he is family, no matter how I look at it. He is the dad of my boys, whether I like it or not, and he will be in my life as long as they are in my life. So, I am stuck with him for good now.
I don’t know how else to describe it, but I just couldn’t throw away my family without serious thought and contemplation.
So here I sit. Hoping to get clarity by putting it all out there. One day I can look at my sons and say, “Here. Read this. This is my story and now it is your story.”