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I have been thinking about blogging on this for a while now and believe that now is the time to start. I am starting to post each Tuesday about my story, specifically the story of the breakdown of my family. I wanted to do this for my own sake, to look back at a monumental time in my life and see how I have come through it. I also want to do it so that I can in some way be an encouragement to others who have had to walk through hard times in their lives.
I have some hesitancy in writing this as I know it will bring up hurts and bad memories for people who are in my family who read my blog, specifically you Amy, mom, Julie and dad but I feel that it could be healing for all of us. I in no way intend to bring up past hurts, but desire to see more healing.
5 years ago this month my dad left my mom for another women in the church. My dad was my hero, and still is in many way’s. I am not sure what happened, but I know that seemingly out of the blue he found himself (put himself) in a bad situation and fell. He couldn’t live with the fact that he had kissed this girl, i believe that is all he did, and so he left. He hopped in the car as did she and they left home and drove till they could not go any farther.
I remember getting the call at 6am in the morning. I knew it was bad news as it was such an early call. Maybe I also knew it was bad news because my only fear in life was that one of my parents would leave the other, but I only thought it would happen as a result of death, not choice. I remember looking at Amy after getting off the phone with my mom, who was completely broken and being in a state of disbelief.
Amy and I still talk today about my actions that preceded that call. I was at my funniest to be honest. I guess that is how I deal with pressure, hurt and devastation, I laugh. My jokes and humor only lasted so long and then reality hit. I think it hit when Amy made a joke and I pounced on her trying to protect my family, I am still deeply sorry for this my Amy. The next day I was on a plane home to Winnipeg feeling lost, hopeless and wondering when I would wake up from this dream. Little did I know that this nightmare would continue for a long long time and at times only get worse.
That is all I am going to write for this week. I am not really sure how I will end these posts, maybe just with a simple Jesus help.
the above pic is me a bit before this all happened at the birth of Emma.
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