Introduction

I saved this blog name/address in hopes I would have something positive to write. That I would have some inspiring story to tell. But instead I'm using it to cronicle the uncharted territory ahead. A territory I never intended to have to cross. Being a divorced mother.

I never even could have imagined that one day this would be me. I waited and found a great guy. One who loved me, one who wanted nothing more than to be around me. We waited to get married, not very long but long enough that we both knew we wanted it. Then we enjoyed just each other for 3 long years before we decided and planned to have a baby. Pregnancy was amazing, knowing that the love that you and your partner had created was manifesting inside your person. Growing into a person that would be part you and part your husband. The reason we wanted to have a baby was an easy one. The love we had for each other was so filling and overflowing we felt it only right to create another life vessel to pour that love into.

But I guess that was a turning point. When my son was born I instinctively changed. I became a mother. I was happy at home tending to my wifely and motherly duties in the evening and working a full time job during the day. That first year of my son's life was amazing to me. All the first's, watching him grow and take on a personality of his own. My husband on the other hand was (like he still is today) more preoccupied with himself and bettering himself. I guess I should have seen it then.

Now my son is 3 years old. And 3 weeks ago today his father, my husband and the love of my life left us.