In Which You Meet Me

Eight years ago I took to blogging to deal with a Stage III cancer diagnosis and everything that went with it. Several cancer-versaries later, I thought that life had thrown me all the curve balls that it was going to. 

WOW, was I wrong. What is it they say about best laid plans?

I'm actually writing this on the 1st of March, two months after my life got turned upside down. But I'm back-dating it on the blog so it's the first one you read. And the rest of the posts will catch you up.

So, just a little bit about me:

I'm a mother of two fabulous kiddos (son, age 22; daughter, age 17) and a grandmother to a totally adorable chunky monkey. I've been married to my high school sweetheart for almost 28 years, and we've been together for 33 years. I'm a teacher, total book nerd, and magical librarian to many. 

I'm a Stage III cancer survivor who realized that life is too short not to be happy and live your dreams. A Pacific NW girl at heart who left her people to move to Hawaii to live the dream. Because why not?!

I have survived cancer, addiction in the family, a house fire, bankruptcy, and all the ups and downs described in the "for better or for worse; for richer or for poorer; in sickness and in health" part of the marriage vows. 

I survived everything with the same person by my side all these years. He was my rock. I thought I'd get "til death do us part." I thought that person would be by my side forever. 

Has it always been rainbows and unicorns? Nope. Marriage is work and I don't think expecting to always be happy is realistic.

Do we always liked each other? Probably not.

Do we make each other angry? Sometimes.

But do I love him? I do.With all my heart. Life would be so much easier right now if I didn't.

Welcome to my life. And the worst year of it so far. I find myself broken... and broken-hearted. 

2020 sucks so far. 

It's the year my husband blindsided me by wanting a divorce.