It’s tomorrow. And I think I’m going crazy. I’m not worrying consciously, but my brain has not been functioning properly. I’m in a fog. Or breathing underwater.
But it doesn’t really matter what the outcome is, or so I am telling myself. The boys are 11 and 13, and nobody is going to force them to be where they don’t want to be. Problem is, I have raised boys who don’t like breaking rules.
DH sent me an email last night. Telling me that he will be “away” for 3.5 weeks from THIS Monday.
According to the boys, he is going to Sri Lanka to play cricket.
Huh?
And apparently he booked it months ago. But didn’t consider letting me know. Why on earth am I still surprised at his nasty and selfish behaviour?
The boys have written a couple of pages of “what they want”… for me to take tomorrow. They have been too scared to tell him to his face.
It will all be over (hopefully) in 18 or so hours.
Fingers crossed.
xox
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and toes crossed too.
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fingers and toes crossed here too.
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So many prayers I will be praying for you, the boys, your mom and dad. My heart aches for you. What you are going through should not be happening. Someday when you are on the other side of all this and x is no longer a part of your life you will realize how strong you were and be amazed at how well things turned out.
The boys love you and want to be with you. That right there tells the whole story. You are a wonderful photographer and your life hold so much promise.
Many thoughts and prayers are with you. Please let us know how things go.
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Thinking of you and the boys (your whole family) – hang in there babe. J xox















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