Last night I was in bed thinking about what my first post here should be about. It’s amazing the things that happen in your life. How the days, weeks and months just add up so quickly to years. Now I have been on this planet over 53 years. There’s so much I want to write but I thought I’d start with the very short version of how I got here on Heather Lane.
My life basically fell apart. Which happens to lots of people in many different ways. So here’s what happened to mine…. I’d been married 31 years (I’m still marriedish but we will get to that!) We had five children together and a nice home in a quiet suburban neighborhood. We even had a dog!
Sounds delightful!
If you “knew” me as a neighbor, an acquaintance, or maybe another sports mom you’d know that I’m a happy go lucky kind of woman. Which for the most part is very true. My mom used to say I was like a little duck and I just let everything negative roll off my back. I always considered myself a happy person. I still to this day feel so very blessed to have my children who have also now given me grandchildren. I believe there is always something to be grateful for. I wonder though how much of my oh so positive attitude made it easy to be mentally, emotionally and financially abused by my husband.
As I reflect on three plus decades I spent with my husband, I wonder were we happy? Or was the fact that I was always quick to forgive and go on with the “we can make this better!” cheerleader attitude just icing on a cow patty?
Sometimes I’m not sure of what was real. I can’t be the only one that thinks that way though. I mean after all, as people we all have our own experiences, feelings and thoughts about things that occur. There can be 100 people collectively at the same event and they all are going to experience it differently. Wow, this is getting deep for a post that was just going to be a little nugget of how I got here. And by here meaning how I came to live on Heather Lane.
To sum it up lots of things lead to having to sell our home so it wouldn’t be foreclosed on. It’s not anything that I would even wish upon my worst enemy. I’m grateful though that I have a home and I have hope for my future. I believe that is what really keeps us going… that vision of where we are going next.
I have lots to do today so I have to be going. I hope you come back again so I can tell you more.
