It's been a rough couple of weeks. Kind of ironic in a way. Life has a way of sending you subtle "hints" when your heading in the wrong direction. Sometimes when those "hints" are ignored, life smacks you in the head.
I'm where I need to be today. Focused on my children. Working on myself. Taking things slow, one day at a time. I'm not ready to move on. Forward? Yes, there is no standing still. Moving on? No. There is more work to be done.
I've done an awful lot of thinking this past week. Thinking about everything that has happened these past two years and of ways to keep improving.
I haven't had any contact with my ex except for a couple of short emails. She was asking about the mortgage and when I was going to pay her the equity she will get. (which isn't much at all) She said she needs to "plan her budget." Hmmmm.
I'm sure she will be in touch regarding taking the kids on mother's day, but nothing yet.
Things have become a bit more difficult for me now. I'm not going to whine or complain, this was all my fault. The only option I have is to hunker down and keep pushing through. I know one way or another everything will turn out better in the long run and I'll be better for it too.
