I was probably too busy at work. I was probably too busy earning a living. I was probably too busy being a parent (and that goes double because I’m only one parent to two children). I was probably too busy being a son to my parents. All at the same time.
My “busy” concerns probably kept me from feeling bad or depressed about what happened to me and my marriage. It probably kept me from feeling bad about what “that girl” did to my life (and that of my children).
I could easily tell my life story to anyone willing to listen with a cavalier attitude. Before, I would never tire of telling my story so they could learn something from it.
Finally, it just hit me. Now, I’m going through the routine questions like, “Why did this happen to me?” “What did I do to deserve this?” or “Why God why?”
It’s the mother of all delayed reactions… Imagine, two years?
Anyway, I hope I pull through. I’ll try to keep you posted on this, if I can.
What a way to start the year…