tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post7232249253789687800..comments2024-03-20T10:09:06.857-07:00Comments on Bra Badges: AdjustingAliciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04004323785009200338noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post-24269876834525335242013-03-07T19:53:23.049-08:002013-03-07T19:53:23.049-08:00You guys -these comments all touched me to the poi...You guys -these comments all touched me to the point of tears. I seem to cry pretty easily these days.<br />Thank you all.Aliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04004323785009200338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post-50444538096780550112013-03-07T19:52:51.315-08:002013-03-07T19:52:51.315-08:00YES! Well, I made roasted chicken and veggies too...YES! Well, I made roasted chicken and veggies too -I invited my parents over for dinner so I'd be sure and make something with substance in it... and then we all feasted on cake ;)Aliciahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04004323785009200338noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post-32503065417395655172013-03-07T06:04:00.742-08:002013-03-07T06:04:00.742-08:00You are my hero and I love you...that is all.
Al...You are my hero and I love you...that is all. <br /><br />Also, did you serve sheet cake for dinner?? :)Michellehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14482347802505576266noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post-35363316330626394132013-03-06T23:11:33.557-08:002013-03-06T23:11:33.557-08:00"And then I remember."
This to me does ..."And then I remember."<br /><br />This to me does not sound like "not doing well with adjustment." You are seeing through new eyes, and making new choices. <br /><br />I can sense that it is hard -- the inner discomfort that comes with change is real -- but I am looking at what you write thinking, "She's doing awesome."<br /><br />:)<br /><br />hopeandhealingadminhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04574790718087485848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post-85129029404583156302013-03-06T22:18:49.490-08:002013-03-06T22:18:49.490-08:00We've had rice krispie treats or cake for dinn...We've had rice krispie treats or cake for dinner so many times, ha, ha! And I know all about "The Sex" before trips etc. It's great to just not worry about that anymore! I love your honest posts. Having an infant and small children is a LOT of work! We had 5 within 7 years. It's hard, but lots of blessings come with it. Smart move, asking for a blessing from your husband. I love your ranch girl analogies, too, just broke filly, and how the air in your house smells clean. You are a good woman. A really good woman.Dan https://www.blogger.com/profile/15369849116048279314noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post-91321821064711028362013-03-06T11:44:14.006-08:002013-03-06T11:44:14.006-08:00I got a package in the mail today. It was from my...I got a package in the mail today. It was from my sister. My little sister. She's 11 years younger than I am, only 24, she only has one kid, early marriage stress, not 16 years of marriage stress, but she and I are EXACTLY alike. We both married addicts (her's is different than mine). Both of our hubs had HORRIBLE childhoods. We have the same body type, the same measurements (which has actually been a sore spot with my hubs since he's noticed this as well, multiple times). We parent the same. She is one of the only people who I truly trust to care for all 4 of my kids, at the same time. We even both think that certain letters and numbers are much prettier than others and we name our children so their names are stimulating visually when written. I even had a moment of "seriously" when I went into labor with my daughter on a day that didn't have 'pretty' numbers (I'd puked for 9 months straight). Odd I know. But, we share that in common.<br /><br />I digress. <br />She is me, 11 years ago. Today, I received a package in the mail. It was a "care" package. It contained a box of tissues, her favorite poem, a bag of hugs and a jar of quotes. Her note started out "this is for the days when you are done being "awesome" and you need some "you" time."<br /><br />I burst into tears. I have sent this same "care" package to dozens of friends for dozens of reasons. Reading that letter made me realize that I've never received one.<br /><br />I think we all need a "care" package. A letter and kit that lets us know that we don't always need to be "awesome" sometimes we need to just process the mess that we call life. <br /><br />It is just fine to feel jumbled right now. Life is a mess. Recovery or not, it's a mess. And messes take a while to sort through and clean up.<br /><br />btw- did you read my last post on how I've asked my husband to disclose to me? It really helps when the disclosures follow a course that doesn't leave me being the dumping ground....<br /><br />Love you.<br />If you send me your address, I'll mail you your own care package. (and that goes for any reader as well.) We are not alone.<br /><br />XOXO Harriethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13474537556571688575noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5105967228437010361.post-50070502366929587302013-03-06T11:17:30.066-08:002013-03-06T11:17:30.066-08:00This whole part explains my life in a nutshell rig...This whole part explains my life in a nutshell right now...<br /><br />"I don't understand how to DO this new life, which -actually -is also constant only in it's fluctuation. <br />Do I trust his recovery efforts? No.<br />I appreciate them."<br /><br />I am just still struggling to let go completely. How do you actually do it? I feel it's happening in stages, but it's slow for me.<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02433163439399954907noreply@blogger.com