This series I am calling The Beginning because it goes back to the beginning of my traumatic life change. I believe you have to share your story to help others on the same journey. So here goes, let’s look back and remember and learn.
Those of you who are my friends, those of you who know me, know my story. Those of you who follow this blog will soon know my story. For those of you who wonder how I made it through the first several months of the nightmare, that blindsided me, I am writing a book on the early days. A book of grief, depression, survival, and emotional turmoil. A book of faith. This book is an example of the feelings of one who has been thrown away, as if worthless. I hope to have it published by the end of Aug 2014.
My book was published. The Title is of my book is “My Story My Divorce God’s Promise, The Beginning.” The book was published in early 2017. It took a bit longer than I thought.
Let us go back to the fall of 2012. August was our 36th wedding anniversary. We went to Waynesville, NC, in the fall to celebrate, and it was a beautiful trip. We would typically wait to celebrate in the cool of the fall when we could enjoy the beauty of the mountains. Off we went to Oak Park Inn.
A lot happened in room 35. “I love you” was spoken many times. We made love many times at least I believed it was love. We spoke of our plans for the future. The focus was on our family. We talked of continuing to fix up our home so we could have family celebrations. We talked about taking family vacations. Life was finally going to be a bit easier, and it was now time to focus on retirement and the blessings of being together and our family. Little did I know all of the ugliness that would transpire in the next few months. Little did I know that I would experience the awfulness of depression and despair. Little did I know that I was soon to be thrown away, and our family divided.
Ok, back to better times,
I remember this wine bar well. This bar was in a basement on a side street in Waynesville. We ordered wine and shared a cheese tray. We sipped our wine and enjoyed the local band that was playing. We held hands under the table. It was a perfect evening.
