In the beginning of May my husband walked out on me. He told me Monday night he "was done" and while I was at work on Tuesday he packed his stuff and moved in with his parents. It is one of the most devastating things I have ever experienced. He would not talk to me and asked for time to think things through. I still don't understand a lot of what happened during that time.
I have been devastated. I never thought he would do this or treat me this way. He was my best friend, my husband. We were together 13 years and would have been married 7 years in October. Brandon walked out and will hardly talk to me. He even filed for a divorce on my birthday. It has been hell to go through all of this these past few months and to be honest I didn't want to write about it because I didn't think he would go through with it. I hoped he wouldn't, but our divorce will be final soon.
I am not going to lie... this has been awful. However, one night while sitting at my Mom's dining room table sobbing I told her one my blessings during all of this. "You did a really good job! People really like me!" I have the most amazing family and friends. They have all been here for me. I don't know what I would do without all of their love and support.
I know I still have a long way to go. There will be times where I am doing okay, other times where I don't think I can do it anymore, and other times where I am doing great. As I have learned it is all part of the process. Everyday is a new day. And you know what? I am going to be okay.