I'm getting in the shower this morning and I'm hit with the weirdest old thought process... What's better: a divorce or a death? Sharing kids with an ex or having sole discretion? I'm not delving into that today, but I'm in the weirdest situation in my marriage. It's hilarious. Lots of people live in separate places through the course of their relationships. I never thought that'd be my reality, but Surprise! Mine turned out to be like that. After months of him staying in hotels, he got his own place. There's more to it than that, but that's the boil down. Now, we're in this cool situation where we see each other about 1/2 the week and trying to carve out time for togetherness is now a challenge again; at the very least, it has to involve intention... that is actually something everyone could benefit from. I hate it. My first husband died and we were rarely separate... I never thought I'd be alone. Then I went through the whole datin
Yesterday, I was contacted by an old friend that wanted to ask a sensitive question of me. I'd like to think that I'm an open book and I said yes without hesitation, just interest. The friend wanted to know about my stillborn Caleb because she'd just learned that her niece had miscarried twins. She wanted to know what my advice was on walking through that experience and if I had any tips or regrets on things to do. I can't have those conversations without tears, but it's not painful in the way you might think. When driving away from the hospital after Caleb had been released to the funeral home, I was broken, but a couple things were clear... ....telling my husband that this event wasn't allowed to tear us up because I wasn't willing to lose any part of a relationship after losing a baby. .... feeling completely empty because you spend months carrying a baby and then it's just gone. In late-term pregnancy, everyone can tell you're expecting