My brokenness – Part Two

The lifeline of our marriage was probably typical of most couples, a blending of joys and sorrows. We married. I went back to college to become a nurse. Doug worked as a CPA for a well-known firm. We were happy doing all the things young married couples do – working hard in our new careers, learning the nuances of married life, and playing with our newly married friends. After a few years we started trying for babies and came to realize that I had an infertility issue. I remember the anguish I felt at not being able to conceive. As a woman I felt inadequate and questioned my worthiness of motherhood. Our life began to revolve around this desperation of need and want and failure that defined every single month for years. These feelings were pervasive as my emotions raged from all the hormonal treatments.

My brokenness – Part One

This being my first blog about my journey of divorce and creating a new sense of family, I feel my ‘starting point’ is somewhat blurred. Why? Because I want to share my current and powerful message of an extremely joyful life, where my family is healthy, vibrant and thriving. However, in order to let you know how we got to ‘here’, I feel I need to be transparent and share the painful and difficult start of this journey that over time gifted us with transformation and transcendence. So, I start with my brokenness of youth because this is the foundation from which we all start. If this part of my story grabs you in any way … hold on and read on … I promise you that there is hope, redemption and a new sense of love to live in what is my and possibly your endless story.

Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we’re related for better or for worse…and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.

- Rick Riordan -

Category : Marriage

My brokenness – Part Two

My brokenness – Part One

Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we’re related for better or for worse…and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.