TXchickenchick
Chirping
About 5ish years ago I tried to divorce my husband. But, alas, he convinced me to pack up everything, move myself and our kids to South Texas, and give it another shot. So I did. I can't say I regret that decision. The kids are thriving, I absolutely love it here, and I have a lovely home with plenty of room for my family and my animals. But, as is so often the case, this marriage was well beyond repair. We tried, I suppose, though I doubt either of us gave 100%. So tonight I sit here. I am on the couch. My husband is in the bedroom. For the first time in 15 years there is nothing on my left hand ring finger. For the first time in most of those years I feel a glimmer of hope thst I WILL feel happiness again. We have so many details to work out. So much going through my head it makes my normal insomnia seem like a great night's sleep. And I just feel sad. Sad for what SHOULD have been but was doomed from the very beginning. I just needed to say that somewhere. Even my dogs have abandoned me for dream land.