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Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make any sense. ~Rumi

May is always a hard month for me. This May marks 6 years that I left my husband. It’s really hard to believe that it hasn’t been a million years. It feels like it.

When I was going through the whole process 6 years ago I was sure that things would never be normal for me. I would say out loud, “My mommy and daddy are divorced.” and then I would cup my hand over my mouth in disbelief and start crying. The thought of my children saying those words killed me.

It’s six years later and we are all okay. We still balance each other out as parents. He spoils them with Starbucks hot chocolate once a week and brings me a latte. I make sure they make it to school on time and do their homework. He lets them stay up until wee hours in the morning and I make sure they go to bed at 9:30 pm. He respects Shaun enough to let him parent his children and I don’t pick on him for not having a girlfriend yet.

I didn’t think I could live through leaving my husband….and now I don’t think I would have survived if I didn’t.