After 22 years together, 20 of them in marriage, it’s over. My husband suffers from Bi-polar disorder and it has taken its toll on the family. Without too many details, I’m not ready to share, I had to leave. There really wasn’t a choice. Unfortunately, he is not willing to allow us to take the dogs. Both are microchipped to him. I know they are well cared for and loved. Perhaps one day, my son & I will reunite with them both.
So, I ended up in the one place that I could end up, back at home. My mother & aunt welcomed us in. We’ve been here 2 weeks now. My son is happier, healthier, and doing better all around. I am grieving the loss of a two decade long relationship and the figurative death of the man I once knew. Of course, I miss my pups. They were a big part of my heart. But, life has to go on.
My son & I have decided that when we are settled into a new place, we will rescue one or two dogs again. In the midst of this mess, we can certainly save two more doggie lives. My husband says he is getting help. I hope he does. There are 2 sides to every story. His would include blame towards me. I have a clear conscience, though as does my son.
So, that explains the new title and tagline. We are looking for a home and a vehicle. In the meantime, my aunt is playing chauffeur and I am playing cook & bottle washer as my mom calls it. We are staying close to Jesus & one another.
More to come…