After the Crying

Several days ago I had what I call my 1 1/2 hour cry fest. It came after days of being depressed and hormonal. It was awful. I couldn't stop. The tears just kept coming and coming and coming. So much hurt and pain. So much unbelief over the whole ugly situation. Anger and rage over the position I have been hurled into without my permission. Suddenly a single parent because he has no credibility anymore with our children. None. How can you tell your kids to shape up when you are walking an even worse path morally? Well, you can't. One of the saddest parts is that as a single parent you get to bear the brunt of even his behavior. The kids can't be mad at him because he's not here to be mad at, so who do you think they take it out on? You guessed right, the only parent here that they can take it out on. So much injustice there. The crying has stopped for now, and for that I am grateful. Taking my time and not rushing the grief, but I feel that day was a turning point, it had to come out and I'm glad it did. Continuing to move forward.