As you all probably know, my husband and I are getting a divorce. I still don't, and probably never will understand; I just hope I am able to get through this. I'm pretty much devestated, in utter shock, incredible hurt and a myriad of other emotions I can't even put to words. Three weeks was not enough time for me to have been told, and be moving out already. But I am. So on Saturday, after my friend flies down here (she was supposed to fly in this afternoon, but with all the chaos going on, her flight was understandably cancelled), I am basically taking only what I can carry in my car and a little bit of pocket change and driving 1000 miles to Portland, Oregon, where I hope I can lick my wounds and start over (anyone up in Portland??)
What is it they say? "That which does not kill us makes us stronger?" *sighs*
In love and light,
Tidesong, hoping to be back online in a few days....
tidesong@handsofhealing.org
