It was made very clear to me a few weekends ago that my life is my own. This may sound like a very strange and simple statement that most people would say 'of course'. My marriage broke down 6 years ago (and the divorce was finalised a few months ago) and this meant that my life with the kids became off limits for a while. A request made and respected at the time.
Things change. Agreements get broken. Life moves on. And now I feel that after a few intense conversations my path has totally split from that of my ex. His life is his, and mine is my own.
This space is mine. Has always been. But prying eyes and people who want to stick their unwanted noses into my business do. I can't stop that. I can't choose who reads this blog. But I can choose to ignore the limitations I feel that have been put on upon me. It is now the right time to be more open about my life, my family and the struggles I go through.
It's easy to hide behind the craft. It's easy to take pretty pictures and upload them. It's harder to be real. I'm not saying that everything will be poured out here, that's not my style. But snippets of life may creep in every now and again.
I hope in some way that this encourages other women going through a similar situation. You will recover. Look to your friends (the close ones) they will stick with you and balance out the truth. And most of all lean into God. He has held me, he will hold you.
