Yesterday would have been my 27th anniversary were I still married.
But I'm not married anymore. It felt. . . .odd.
On the one hand, I'm so glad to be free from my abuser. He made my life so unhappy in so many ways. I'm very, very happy that I'm no longer married to that man.
But on the other hand, I have been blessed with five children who are the fruit of that marriage. Had I never married that man, I would not have these particular children. They bring such joy to my life. They are the good thing that came out of that horrible experience.
The sorrow and pain of the past weigh me down.
The blessing of motherhood lifts me up.
I feel odd.