I've been vague... guarded...quiet.....
My marriage was over. Seriously. We had been struggling for years but hanging on, unhealthy and not fuctioning well....but hanging on out of habit, convienence, denial and some level of love. Things happened...things were still happening...and from July 10-August 10 everything came to the surface. Everything. It was the breaking moment. I found out things I never imagined went on right under my nose...and I confessed thing I had done.
He wanted us to stay together. I was done. I scared myself at how "done" I was. I wanted out... I checked out...I shut down. I threw myself into work and my kids and shut him out. Totally. I was so hurt I couldn't risk it again.
And so then, bam I break my arm.
It seemed so stupid and odd and pointless of an occurance...so painful. Little did I know God was putting His plan into action.
Long story short, oddly enough breaking my arm changed my life. It saved my marriage, made me quit smoking and got me back into church.
DJ was able to show me love and concern and it was real and honest and raw and came out in a way that I couldn't ignore. He held me, comforted me, cried with me...never left my side..He washed my hair, gave me my meds, fed me...took care of the house, the kids..the list goes on and on. When I broke my arm, he cried as he took me to the hospital b/c he couldn't stand to see me hurt. Suddenly, all the stupid meaningless crap that had divided us fell away and what was left? US.
So here we are.. I'm all bandaged up and it is taking time for my bones to heal, but as my arm heals so do our hearts.