I woke up this morning from a frantic dream and with clear instructions: Follow the yellow brick road.
Since there are none in Fort Collins, I'm assuming I'm being pointed on a metaphorical journey.
The lyrics go: Follow the Yellow Brick Road. Follow the Yellow Brick Road.
Follow, follow, follow, follow,
Follow the Yellow Brick Road. …
The surrealness that is my life right now is causing my heart to jump unnaturally.
I'm sure that's not a good thing.
Once I left my husband over 2 weeks ago he stopped sleeping and gradually slid way down into depression so deep he slept 2 hours at a time, sobbed often and couldn't even park his truck.
He went to the emergency room and after a bit the staff realized his insomnia was caused by depression and had him admitted to the local psychiatric hospital for…Continue
And so it's been 8 days since I've been gone.
And my husband says:
"I love you and miss you."
"I'm going to counseling every week."
"I bought 2 books on men and anger, I'm reading them with a highlighter pen."
"I told my daughter I'm very angry and she said, "duh!"
"I've lost the most important thing to me and that's my marriage and I'll do anything to get it back."
"Our house doesn't feel like a home anymore."