I never thought it would happen to us

I never in a million years thought it would happen to us. Not our family. We were high school sweethearts. Married for 23 years. I thought we were safe. We weren't. Now, we're separated and I'm hanging on by a thread.

One of the main reasons, I wanted to restart my blog is to reach out to other women going through the same thing. I needed a place to share my feelings and worries before they overwhelm me. I felt I'd find comfort knowing that I'm not alone and hopefully I can offer the same comfort to someone else.

Although my world seems to have fallen down around me, I am still a person with other hobbies and passions. I am not defined by my marrital status. I am a mother of 3 great kids, ages 12, 16 and 18. I am a daughter, a sister, a loyal friend. I am a librarian who adores reading (redundant?) and still prefers holding a book made of paper. I've been a scrapbooker for 16+ years. I hate the word scrapbooker because it doesn't do this meaningful art justice. I love photography but my passion outweighs my skills but that doesn't stop me. I usually take a photo of something everyday because I don't want to miss a thing. And this just scratches the surface of who I am.

What's on my mind tonight? My children just came back from visiting their Dad for the weekend and I finally feel complete again. From Friday at 6pm until Sunday at 8:00pm, I don't know what to do with myself. I've been a full-time mother for 18 years so when my children are gone I feel lost. It's just me and the cat and the cat is pretty quiet. It's ironic because before the separation, I use to dream of having a whole weekend to myself. I was so envious of my single sister who could do as she pleased when she wasn't working. Well, now, every other weekend that dream is a reality. I guess it's true what they say, be careful what you wish for.