Soup Journals

When frustrated I make soup from scratch. It feels good to dice colourful vegetables and snap chicken bones (a little anger there) that meld into a fragrant base.   I use the stock to make nourishing soups for my children. I make a mean chicken noodle. I feel like I have value when I make soup.

 

Lately, I have been making a lot of soup. I am a former stay-at-home mom, who is trying to kick start my life after learning that my marriage was a farce. Two years ago my husband of fourteen years announced that he had multiple affairs with women who ranged from my good friends to the wife of my son’s hockey coach. My Ex’s parting gift was to leave me for a younger woman.  I was no longer of value.

 

I have gone to therapy, church groups, friends and more to heal from my loss. At this point, making soup has the best results. I am discovering that writing is giving me a similar feeling. I hope to recover my value through making soup and telling my story.

 

Thanks for listening!

 

The Soup Journals