A friend of mine went through hell getting pregnant with her four boys. She was one of those moms you wonder how she did it all ~ she made everything look so easy.
Fast forward a decade or two. Her marriage imploded. Her divorce was as bad as I have ever known. It is inconceivable to me, still, that a husband and a father could be as self-centered as this man.
She was broken and exhausted from years of trying to fix her marriage, trying to live with it. She knew divorcing would mean a lifetime of payments to him, despite his hidden bank accounts. For her safety and sanity (and that of her boys’), she put one foot in front of the other. For years. And years.
And then, finally, she was able to divorce him. The marriage was over. She wondered how she’d put the pieces together.
I am happy to report, she regained her strength, she regained herself. She is engaged to a wonderful man, her boys are solid and successful. Her life is finally her’s once again.
She sent me this last night. It is sooooo her! So for all of you out there who think the mountain in front of you can’t be climbed; it’s too high and you’re too tired, I have to say, Do it. Climb it. The view from the top will take your breath away. You are strong enough. You are wise enough. Fight the good fight. It matters.