Woke up with a head full of words...

It is difficult for me to be transparent. Down the roads of my own life, I picked up on the lie that it is better for everyone if you just keep certain things to yourself. Not many will truly care and some might even come to the conclusion that you are just in search of some side dishes of pity. However, as I begin to write down these words, I am coming to realize that the very reason my heart is heavy is because of silence. So, here it is.

I am 27 years old and I am completely devastated that my parents are separating. I am trying to fight my way out of the most unhealthy anger I have ever experienced towards my father and I long for the ability to be what I need to be for my mother. I am certain, because of these things, that I am completely in love with the both of them.

I am sad that my son has a temporarily broken mom and that my husband has a distracted wife. However, I am thankful for the both of them and I understand that I could not have asked for a better family to stand next to me.

I feel completely let down by those who could have helped and chose not to. I feel angry at those who have formed an opinion rather than a hurt. And then I begin to beat myself up for all of the times I have done the same. I think I am beginning to learn that love doesn't function the way I thought it did... thank God.

Whether right or wrong... this is where I am.