I’ve been writing this post in my head for a while now. Weeks, at least. I have written and written and erased and erased. Writing it out makes it seem so real. Too tangible. But it is real, and I’m just now ready to share.
Brian and I have separated.
After 9 years together and nearly 7 years of marriage, we have parted ways.
We live in different homes now and our sweet girls spend half their ‘sleeps’ at daddy’s house and the other half at mommy’s.
It’s terrible and it’s better all at once.
We really tried.
Nothing we did was ‘enough’ in the end. Nothing could save us from the realization and understanding that this just wasn’t going to work.
I wanted to put this news ‘out there’, because I wanted you all to know. I’m ready to share, but I’m not quite ready to go deeper.
What I want you to know is this…
We are doing everything in our power to make this transition a smooth one for our children. We have enough respect for each other that here is no ‘pitting’ against one another, no bad-mouthing and no conflict for the girls to experience.
Brian and I are sad. Nobody gets married imagining their relationship may end. We are no exception to that rule. Having said that…
We are both ok. I’d like to believe we are actually both in a better space now. And we are for sure modelling a healthier environment for our girls.
Because sometimes, the lack of something is a heavier load to carry.