I’ve been meaning to write this blog post for a few weeks now, but I haven’t been able to settle on the angle with which to present it. I’ve decided I’m just going to start writing, get it all out and hit publish. If it’s coherent, bonus.
The short story is that my husband and I have decided to temporarily separate. We are not on the road to divorce, we just made a decision to get off the road that was leading us to hate each other. We are getting along fine, which is what we want for Littleman. Littleman & I are staying with my dad, step-mom & step-sister right now, until I save up some money & find an apartment near Littleman’s new school.
The good news is that I recently got promoted at work. I am now a felony prosecutor. It’s also a considerable raise. The downside, a lot more work. I’m dealing with it, at least I’m trying to deal with it.
That brings me to my point.
Strength.
I’ve always dealt with stress well. Well, that’s not entirely true. I had absolutely no ability to deal with stress while I was in law school, but that’s besides the point. I’m dealing with all the stress in my life very well right now. I don’t think anyone would deny me that. I’m dealing with it because I have to. There is no one that I can depend on or even lean on at this point.
All of this I’m fine with. My problem is that I know I need to breakdown. Even if it’s just for an hour, but I can’t do that. I don’t have that luxury right now.
Where will that leave me? Will I just continue to deal with everything until it all just gets better? Or will it keep building until my body forces me to have a breakdown? If you all start taking bets on what will happen first, I want in on the proceeds.
you, me, sangria, flan….let’s make it happen.
I’m all over it. My schedule is a bit tight (as is my wallet) right now, but definitely soon.