The days after

Reflection:


The days after were fuzzy and a blur. It felt like at moments I was going at Mach speed and others it felt like the seconds crawled. Shortly after I wrote the last journal, I shared it with my husband and best friend. I swear I could feel the world physically stop turning. I didn’t have the guts to physically speak it or even been in the same room as they read the text message. The conversations that followed were uncomfortable to say the least and neither my husband or myself wanted to have them. I think the only reason that it worked was because we were both so insanely honest that you just had to be open to it and accept it. With that all said, my husband and best friend  never walked away from me. They stood by and have supported me the whole time. It definitely hasn’t been easy on either of them but id like to think each day is better than the last. 

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