After a year of courtship, a legal union dressed as pirates, and 8 tumultuous years…my marriage is ending. The thing that was never going to happen to me is happening. It was my call, but that doesn’t make it painless. It doesn’t mean I don’t love him, either. It just means that living conditions became unbearable for me and I had to make a change.
Because sometimes… even as much as we want to continue holding the bowl, there comes a time when we need to know our own limits, and recognize when it’s time to let go and move on.
Holding the Bowl 