When the rain trickles down slowly, the clickedy clack drums a soft relaxing rhythm. You feel the urge to curl up in a comfy chair and read a book. When the rain comes down heavy for hours, the pouring water starts to make you feel physically drained. You body feels heavy, and you might even feel a headache from all the mugginess. That has been these last months and I wasn't sure if I could put that into words so I stopped writing. I am physically drained and emotionally down. I am optimistic that the spring is indeed coming for real around that next bend. I had fun yesterday and a year ago around this same time I was actually worse, but a month earlier. This year was better just seemed to last longer. I am waiting for the sunshine. In the meantime, I am feelng a little better. I am surrounding myself with supportive people. God is good.
As a kid I watched my parents fight about different things. I don't really have any other parents to compare them to so I can't really say whether they were normal fights couples have or not. I couldn't even say what most of them were about except the ones that were about me. We only ate as a family on holidays. My father came home late so we kids ate without him. I do remember spending time with him in the evening before I went to bed so it couldn't have been that late. My own husband gets home a little later because of his job commute so we eat late every night. But home schooling has given us the ability to be more flexible than my Mom was able to be. We had school early the next day. As I got older, I remember my Father being home less and less and the fights seemed to intensify. I remember one night when I was thirteen. I could hear them yelling through the wall. My mom found me crying and I told her I didn't want them to get a divorce. She told me...
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