Christmas 2012. My first Christmas after leaving my abusive marriage; my son’s and my first Christmas experience as a broken family from a “broken home.” Never in a million years would I have ever believed those words would apply to me; my family; my life. How did this happen? It all just felt weird. Having […]
Ever since the morning after the Christmas party, I have been processing–taking in these last 10 days and trying to run them through all the different channels of my heart. And what I realize is this: I’m beautifully destroyed. And it is a good thing. But to try to make others grasp what I saw, […]
