The Beginning of the End

One margarita later and my dear friend and I giggled thinking about the beginning of the end.

While the tequila therapy was working very well for us, the giggling was a relief considering the stress and tears of the previous 20 months. Especially considering, the previous 20 hours consisted of hysterical crying.

Let me explain:

I don't consider myself a bitter person but my experiences since June have aged me considerably. Being blatantly lied to was never on my to do list. And naive faith in "the system" just isn't cutting it for me any more. I have been separated from my husband (physically, not legally) and my emotions have been tossed around like a young cat with a yarn ball. All of this on top of a grueling work schedule.

I know that "I asked for it." And believe me, I would endure the heart ache over again because I know the end result. But, unless you are going through this experience (such as said tequila friend and tequila friend's husband), I'm sure all of my problems seem trivial. But,when it is your reality, there is no such thing as problems too small or large.

I now stand on top of the hill for the beginning of the end. I have an escape plan (and plan B and plan C). I see the light. Unfortunately, this light is going to course across the United States away from Aaron once again. I sure hope it gets stronger and stronger or I might just go crazy.