Each starling adds to the beauty of a murmuration... in the same way, each story adds to the beauty of our life. Here are my stories.
“God… I feel robbed. I know You aren’t the one who took that life from me. But I miss it. I miss the comforts of a big house. I miss my friends and the sense of community we shared. I miss the time I got to spend with my kids. I know You’re the one holding things together for me — but I feel robbed. It’s not just about the things that were taken from me. It’s a life I loved and now it’s gone.”
Read MoreI never thought I'd be standing in my house — holding fruit from my ex-husband's girlfriend — wondering if I should freeze it and fast-pitch it through the window of Jay's car or make some bomb lemonade from it. I had a strong urge to do one of those two activities and I can honestly say I wasn’t in the mood for lemonade.
Read MoreNo one ever talks about what you’re supposed to do with the good memories you still have after being severely betrayed. My marriage wasn’t horrible. We had a lot of really great times together. The only thing tainting these memories is the sense of complete loss. It mostly happens when I’m driving — I’ll pass a place where Jay and I have been: a place I once had a fond memory of. Then it happens, I’m abruptly hit in the face with a singular thought: “Something I loved died here.”
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