I recently woke up one morning – typical to every other, unforeseen; what the outcome of the next 24 hours would present. A little over a week before Christmas, it was. Holiday anticipation filled the air. Our Christmas tree rested suspended in the backyard relaxing its branches in preparation for heirloom decorations. When my husband called up to invite his wife out to a Friday “Happy-Hour.”
If you’re like me, often times prescribed expectations for happiness don’t always end up especially happy. Particularly this one, day anyhow…We started out in usual fair, enjoying one another’s company. Until the tide began to turn into a deeper more heated dialog ensued. Needless to say the evening did not end on a high note….By the end of the night we had nothing left of either of us.
My pet peeve has always been yelling. Not in so much as I detest every accelerated confrontation, but especially when it’s served up with a plate of hostility. Moreover when a couple relies on any negative pattern to get a point across, I believe that this is when the brakes need to be put on. And that’s exactly what I did. The next morning I packed up myself and my son and with little more than the clothes on our backs and left…I left the man I love most in this world. Someone I’ve known since I was 17-years-old. I left not because of our unsettling. I left because no one should feel like they have to scream to be “heard.”
I have no income or savings, no employment, no transportation or any resources of any kind.
What I do have is a 16-year-old son who depends on me and believes in me. I do have an ever present God who will sustain me!
I ask you for prayers for my personal journey and I will keep you in mine. Until we meet back here again.
Stay strong & be Blessed,
A TDL Reader