Category: Divorce/Separation

In the End

Happy, relieved and grateful as I write this post; 534 days sober from the Opiate Addiction that almost killed me. As I’ve mentioned before, my inability to stop abusing those pills had already killed so much of me emotionally, psychologically, financially and even physically. At the time, I don’t think anyone predicted such a fast turnaround and then of course me asking for a … Read More In the End

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500 Days

Two days ago, it was our youngest daughters 1st birthday. She is a blessing in so many ways and everyone loves her so much especially her sisters. This Baby has been the easiest by far, as a great sleeper with a calm disposition and easy-going nature. I am blessed, grateful and thankful for all of my babies. It’s because of their presence and unconditional … Read More 500 Days

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The Domino Effect

What if you had been taught your whole life that anyone outside your “Family” can’t be trusted? Most likely you would generally end up feeling doubtful of others and stay close to the ones who tell you these things. It would especially become an issue as you age, make friends and/or begin dating someone. The barriers to a meaningful, loving relationship include the level … Read More The Domino Effect

Settle Down

I must say Divorce; especially a drawn-out, Acrimonious one – sucks. I had to take a break from Blogging for a few weeks. I had a lot of real life stuff to deal with this month but, I’ve never been so focused, so energized as I have these last few weeks. This phase of Separation and Year 2 of Recovery; has been the ultimate … Read More Settle Down

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2 Days Notice

15 days ago, I realized if I didn’t change my situation drastically and leave the Matrimonial Home – I’d probably end up losing it all. The amount of Stress from the situation I’m in wasn’t going to get better. I didn’t Relapse, I didn’t do anything atypical of a stereotypical “Recovering Addict” – I didn’t run away. Yesterday, my 3 kids and I moved … Read More 2 Days Notice

29 Years

Today I am releasing 29 years of pain. For the first time in 29 years, I didn’t weep at his grave like a baby or fall to my knees in despair. When I was a child, my mother would constantly tell us that she didn’t believe my Dad was there so she didn’t like going to the Grave. We never took care of it … Read More 29 Years