I have a scarlet letter. That's how it feels. As i wander around the schoolyard, the grocery store. This town is so small.
There's a song on the new Band of Horses album with the line;
"this town is so small
how can anyone not smile
or look me in the eye
or wave as i drive by"
That's how i feel.
I packed up my stuff from my marital home today. I gathered things and knick-knacks. Small, worthless things that hold all the history. I remember when each thing was given, or purchased. How small things made that house a home. Splitting the things up seemed wrong. Taking away the specialness of a family created. Splintering it. Destroying the memory.
My marriage was a good thing. We never really fought. We had a lot of fun together. Created four beautiful children. The last few years were still fine. We just grew apart. My depression created a large hole in the floor. A crevice that grew and grew till the distance between us on the sofa might as well have been a mile. We always loved each other though. I still love him. I always will. I will always cherish the life we had together.
It was. It is hard. I need to do what's best for me. It may not be best for my kids. A family is best. I need to recreate that for them. A different kind of family. Me and them. Him and them. It will be okay. I will be healthier.
Posted by Jess at 08:13 PM Permalink

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And there's nothing in life that can't be undone, one way or the other, when it comes right down to it. There's no telling what the future holds.
Posted by Belinda | October 24, 2007 09:58 PM