Climbing a Mountain

Ok, I know it's been a million years since I posted anything and I know a lot has changed and I know that nobody reads this, but I'm starting a new chapter and I'm gonna throw it out there!

I'm moving, with Monkey only, from Dallas back home. After way too many tears and screams and hurt feelings, I've had enough. I need to be happy. I need to be free. I need to get back to being comfortable in my own skin and I need to regain my spiritual footing. I wanted to have a family so badly that I created one in my own head and unfortunately it didn't translate into a language we both understood. I will always have love in my heart for this man that I've shared the last year of my life with and it wasn't all bad...but it wasn't enough. I deserve to be loved and adored unconditionally and that is what I'll wait for. In the meantime, I'll learn to love myself.

So, that being said, I have a new little apartment waiting and an amazing family who is coming to the rescue yet again with open arms and kind smiles and listening ears. I don't have a job yet, but I know one will come. And there's a whole ward waiting for the "prodigal daughter" to return. I don't know how comfortable that will be at first, but it's not supposed to be easy to climb a mountain. But, I have my climbing shoes on and I'm ready.