I’m sitting here trying to think of the “right” way to write this.
I could write this in a way that would get ME all the support and make Peter look like the enemy.
I could write this in a way that makes me look like a victim and make you feel sorry for for me.
But I just want to tell the truth.
Now, before you get all outraged on my behalf and “How could he do that and leave her like this?“, the divorce was MY decision.
It isn’t something that happened because of the strokes or handicap, it stems from issues that started years before I was in the wheelchair. Before Georgia. Before Peyton’s cancer.
There were little things that built and built with time and my priorities became protecting my kids and myself.
The kids know.
I wouldn’t think about telling any of you before telling them.
They’re hurting, but they also knew that something was wrong.
I feel so sorry to them to not be able to provide the home they deserve.
I HATE THAT.
Especially after what they’ve already been through.
But having been through what I have, overcoming the obstacles in my way, embracing my inner happiness….I owe it to myself.
If I DO have another stroke tomorrow, I want my kids to know that the price of happiness and fulfillment comes with a cost. But it’s worth it.