Last summer was the worst summer of my entire life. My whole world fell apart the day my husband, of 35 years, told me he had someone else. He said he was unhappy and didn't want to live this way anymore. Seems a girlfriend from when he was 14 years old had contacted him on Facebook. That was the end of May. By the end of July, he had been to see her in Puerto Rico (telling me he was on a business trip to California) and made plans for her to come to Texas at the end of September! I found all the pictures, emails and even the tatoo (ugh, TMI!) stored on his computer. I was devastated.
He told me I would have to get an apartment and a job. Unless, of course, I wanted to stay there with them! Huh? My daughter came to my rescue letting me know in no uncertain terms would I be getting an apartment
or a job. I was coming to live with her. So, I packed up all my antiques, treasures and quilts. Put everything but my bedroom and sewing room in storage and moved on.
Fast forward through all the painful events of the last year...losing someone I love and trusted completly, financial troubles and finally divorce. I'll spare you the details.
I'm telling you all this because so many times this last year I wanted to stop blogging. Stop showing you what I was working on, stop posting about the Tootie Girls and close my blog. I've hardly had anything to say. Not to mention almost losing my desire for quilting.
I'm better now. Not 100%, just better than I was. I'm going to keep blogging because it does inspire me. I just felt like I needed to tell you what was going on in my life.
Now, on to much happier thoughts!
