Broken Pieces of Me
There was a time when writing was my outlet. It was my therapy for all I had experienced and the experiences I was experiencing. Dating woes. Family issues. Career evolution. Friendship ups and downs. Just a lot of stuff. Once I found "my one" I stopped blogging. I stopped writing about life. Essentially, I stopped therapy. I thought I made it. Finally met the man of my dreams -- a man who loved me like no other and wanted to build a life with me. Career was going well. My friendships were growing in the most organic of ways. Life was good. I had MADE IT!! That was six years ago. I got married. Started having issues in the marriage. I didn't blog. I got pregnant. Had a child. Marital issues were getting worse. I didn't blog. April 2016 came. My husband and I fought. He moved out. I lost my grandfather. I didn't blog. March 2017. I found out I was pregnant again. Husband was still living outside of the home. I went through that pregnancy alone. I didn...