There is part of me that doesn't want this business--I want my family back. It is the unrealistic child-woman, the part that is suspended in disbelief that this has happened at all, the one that keeps searching for the magic answer. The fixer. The one who holds hope. The part that loves even in the face of betrayal, lies, and cruelty.
I hope that once the IC gets the chance to sit down with him, I can let go.
Anyway, I just got back from church. I really like the family atmosphere and the welcoming. I left my number with the pastor, hoping to speak with her. I have to put this whole thing aside for right now so I can finish working on decorating with the kids. I'll be back later...
