2...the number of kids I have and I'd give my soul for them.
3...the number of months I walked around like a zombie, feeling like I was having an out of body experience after Army Boy blew up my world
4...table for four has become table for three and I can request that at a restaurant now without flinching
6...the number of miles I walk in the early morning hours before the sun rises. The divorce demons are still helping to keep me active.
8...the number of months it's been since Army Boy dropped his bomb. I'm myself again, the fog has lifted.
30-45...number of minutes in the evening I have to myself after the kids hit the hay and before I fall into bed. If anyone has any way to create more time, drop me a line.
80...number of pounds I've lost since bomb drop day. Yup, I was a big girl, fat and happy. Now I'm a thinner girl and hopefully will end up even happier.
A million...the number of times I've dreamed about hurting Army Boy like he hurt me. But those thoughts are dissipating now and hopefully
will
soon
dwindle
to
ZERO...which is what Army Boy is to me now.
words just can't do the devastation justice in my opinion....
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on your fortitude, Kay. And give yourself a pat on the back, please!!! I've been following your progress, and you are truly inspirational. Thanks so much!
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