I was drenched in sweat and trying hard to catch my breath. It was so hot! Why is it so hot? Where's the light? Then, I realized, my head was under the covers of my bed. All I needed to do was remove the covers and find cool air.
When it's cold, I will usually find myself buried underneath the covers. But, you would think that I'd have enough sense to stay out of covers when it's hot. Apparently, I don't (have enough sense that is.)
That's how life can be sometimes. You know what's best for you, but you head in a direction that either feels safe or comfortable. The only thing is, is it?
I stayed in a marriage because I thought I was safe and comfortable and loved. I had no idea that my world would come crumbling down. I didn't even realize that my head was buried under the cover and I needed to come up for air, until IT happened. The reality hit when I was doubled over, crying. There was no more he and I. All along, it was a facade.
This 4 year journey has taken me on paths that I never thought I'd see. I have been exhilarated by my own courage and strength when I thought I was completely tapped out. I have experienced a plethora of emotions. The grief, the anger, the sadness, nostalgia, disbelief, hatred, forgiveness,laughter (because even in the midst of tears, there is laughter.)
I am a survivor!
My daughters, Single Boo and Married Boo will be guest posting for me this week. What would you like for them to post about? Are there any questions you'd like to ask them? It an be related to any topics whatsoever, i.e., kids of divorced parents, interracial marriage, growing up single and Black, being homeschooled, writing, my parenting skills (they will totally be honest), etc.