One day you are a family: a husband and a wife with a preschooler, a toddler and a cocker spaniel. Your marriage isn’t perfect, but you hope that with communication, you will be able to work things out. Sadly, the words used to communicate are so abusive their scars never seem to fade. And you find yourself almost wondering what it would be like if you were physically abused. At least those bruises gradually disappear. Instead, the words thrown at you are cruel and their meaning doesn’t ever seem to weaken. Sadly, the memory of any abuse, whether physical or verbal, lingers until those demons are exorcised. That’s when you realize you can no longer go through the motions and your life once again is going to take a much unexpected turn.
During another daily argument you decide, “I refuse to live this life this way. I want out.” And then you are three: a mom, a preschooler little girl and a toddler little boy and of course your cocker spaniel. That’s what happened to us.
My mom lived across the street and we moved in with her. I have pictures of my daughter pulling her wagon across the street. The wagon was filled with her most precious toys as well as her little brother. If you didn’t know the circumstances behind the wagon ride, you would think it was precious. To me, it was tragic.
That is where our journey began. It’s now almost 10 years later. Our life is now similar to a three ring circus. We still live with a very cantankerous grandmother who absolutely loves us regardless of faults and failings. And we her. Kat is now a freshman in high school and Adam is 12 and in 6th grade. I work for a financial firm, sell real estate in my spare (?) time and am just getting around to exorcising the demons that were created in my marriage.
The beginning of our story is heartbreaking. But our unfortunate beginning created a bizarre little family unit. We are blessed with amazing friends and an insane family that we love unconditionally. The stories I will tell involve our day to day life, but I will also revisit stories from the past and the comedy that seems to follow us. The past 10 years have not always been a laugh riot, but honestly, if you can’t find the humor in life, you might as well be dead and buried.
Come back and read about the Kat’s first week in high school, Adam’s broken arm, the electrical Christmas reindeer that never made it to the yard and my blind date with a cop. There will be other stories as well, but these are the first few that come to mind.
During another daily argument you decide, “I refuse to live this life this way. I want out.” And then you are three: a mom, a preschooler little girl and a toddler little boy and of course your cocker spaniel. That’s what happened to us.
My mom lived across the street and we moved in with her. I have pictures of my daughter pulling her wagon across the street. The wagon was filled with her most precious toys as well as her little brother. If you didn’t know the circumstances behind the wagon ride, you would think it was precious. To me, it was tragic.
That is where our journey began. It’s now almost 10 years later. Our life is now similar to a three ring circus. We still live with a very cantankerous grandmother who absolutely loves us regardless of faults and failings. And we her. Kat is now a freshman in high school and Adam is 12 and in 6th grade. I work for a financial firm, sell real estate in my spare (?) time and am just getting around to exorcising the demons that were created in my marriage.
The beginning of our story is heartbreaking. But our unfortunate beginning created a bizarre little family unit. We are blessed with amazing friends and an insane family that we love unconditionally. The stories I will tell involve our day to day life, but I will also revisit stories from the past and the comedy that seems to follow us. The past 10 years have not always been a laugh riot, but honestly, if you can’t find the humor in life, you might as well be dead and buried.
Come back and read about the Kat’s first week in high school, Adam’s broken arm, the electrical Christmas reindeer that never made it to the yard and my blind date with a cop. There will be other stories as well, but these are the first few that come to mind.
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Well, you could have run but then you wouldn't be three, you'd be one. Mmmmm, let me think about that.
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