Well, it happened today. I hit my breaking point. My rock-bottom. My worst experience of my life. I didn’t think I would ever write a super downer post, and I’m totally fine if you stop reading RIGHT now.
I have been crying today. Almost ALL day.
I actually read a blog someone wrote about pulling up to a stop light and looking over at the car next to her and the driver was just crying. This particular woman looked so broken. And the writer of this blog beautifully wrote about not knowing her situation but having such compassion. By the way, if you happen to stumble across this post and you are the author I am referring to, please let me know so I can give you proper credit.
POINT being – TODAY I was that girl. Sobbing hysterically in the car while driving from the hospital to the house I am currently staying at. Every stop light I try to hide my face from any other people.
I can barely eat. I feel so incredibly sick.
I actually feel like my heart is no longer in my body. Like I am a walking shell that is only useful to fill up space in a very lonely world. I am of no value except companionship. Oh awesome…..I am now apparently a dog.
Today is day 24. 24 days that I have been away from my husband and kids. I am not in the military. I could never choose a career that would possibly take me away from my home for more than a week at a time. I’m not just down the road either, I’m across the country. I’m in Florida. My family is in California.
I have been busy here with my parents, which helps keep me distracted, but today I broke. I went through every scenario to determine my actual value here. I looked at airline tickets.
My heart is also with my 5 year old boy named Brayden.
He is unreal! He’s super handsome and soooo funny and incredibly tender-hearted. He also loves to snuggle. He is NOT independent. He loves to hang out.
My perfect husband drove me to the airport on November 1st. I haven’t seen him since. He asks me often what the “plan” is. It seems to change daily. The big picture is to liquidate all my parents stuff and move them to California to be near us. Great plan, but next to impossible. They have soooo much stuff. Plus we are dealing with a lot of emotions here, NOT including mine.
I am normally seen as the steady headed, honest, common-sense member of the family.
My little boy asks me often on the phone when I am coming home. One night he was crying for ever on phone trying to understand when I would be home. He would say “are you coming home tomorrow?” “The next day?” And of course they “Buy why not????” Each word would break my heart a little more.
Today was the end of me.
After a long conversation with my sweet hubby, he tells me last night before bed Brayden asked him if I was EVER coming home.
And that is when my heart actually left my body.