Telling this story
Does not alter its ending.
Back to better books.
I signed papers on Friday, which means at most I’ve got 90 days left of my very short-lived marriage.
I’ve tried thinking of a 5/7/5 answer to give when people ask where Clay is, to keep myself from strong tendencies to ramble or cry or overshare or gossip. Yes all of this hurts. Yes, I loved him and I thought he loved me. Yes, fools rush in, and I definitely played the fool.
But suffice it to say, I had a good life before all this. Things got sketchy pretty darn quickly, but I’ve got peace knowing I tried everything I could to make it work.
People have their ideas about a double divorcée, and a story won’t change that. And my friends don’t have to hear it all to know I did my best. They know me. Meanwhile, when I do catch myself venting it all out, I just feel worse. How can I be dwelling in Sadlandia when I’ve got that good life to put back together? My kids are doing better than ever; soon I will be too.
Legend of Velda 
{{HUGS}} You are a strong woman, an amazing Mom, and you have a lot of story making ahead of you! Praying for you as you re-balance.
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Luv you Velda!! I haven’t gotten to know you very much but I do know this, You are a special daughter of our Heavenly Father and He surely has a beautiful plan for you and your family!!! 🙂
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Thanks Julie. I really hope things go beautifully for you!
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love you, lady!
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Love you too, Evie. Thanks.
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