Last weekend...

(I edited and edited this post many times. I end up deleting most of the contents)

Let the story be a secret.

Last weekend was rough…I hadn’t cried this way for a long time.

His words pierced me like a knife, and I imagined sad things….

My eyes, are red and painful. The tears must have been too much.

I'm thinking of the kids feelings first ahead of mine. That’s all that I can say.

I want to make this work. While my parents marriage failed after 31 years, I seriously am hanging on because I simply don’t believe in being another case in the statistics.

We were doing great, very well indeed. Why do I have to put my feelings first?

Sometimes its best to bury the hurt and move on....... for the kids sake......