I’m getting divorced.
Yeah, not a real shock if you think about it. Three kids – two with special needs – one with perhaps more significant special needs, and the third? Arguably special needs – what with attention and sensory issues plus giftedness. Yeah. That’s easy on a marriage.
I know what you are thinking: But Hartley, you seemed so happy!
Ok, but it wasn't like I was going to write about all of the bad things going on. Not the focus I want my blog - nor my life - to have. Now this is where you ask, Why are you getting divorced?
The simple answer is: We want different things.
What those things are *exactly* is probably a gray area, but sufficed to say, we are no longer living together. And won’t be again. Unless fate is evil and cruel. Then, perhaps it will happen. But my money is on NO. Yours should be too. And if you don't believe me, Nick has read the kid's "My Family is Changing" book I bought enough times that he can recite the passage on "Divorce is usually forever" to you if that helps.
I don’t want any of you to worry about me. I know some of you will, and support is always appreciated (I am clear on my need for that!), but I also want you to know that I am a veteran at going through the grieving process. VET-RAN. "Been there, done that", is an extreme understatement.
I’ll do this. And do it well.
So for the time being, consider HLW3B open for business! I’ll need the outlet, and you’ll need the laughs (and it won’t be bitter crazy-divorced girl ramblings all of the time).
So hang tight friends – we are in for a bumpy ride!
Oh, and in the mean time if you’d like to donate to my legal fees or set me up with a hot-man-who-loves-special-needs-kids-and-doing-laundry then send me an email! :)
Two steps forward, one step back. Right?