A New Day

The sun coming up over the farm last month.

Hello Friends.....welp it's been significantly longer than a week since I last posted. Sorry! I still have no Internet connection at home. I set up text posting today, so I have no more excuses. I'm sitting in Starbucks posting this as I needed to escape my office. It's just seems decadent to leave work and come here.

So here's where I attempt an explanation about why my posting has been at best erratic and at worse non-existent since November.

Short version:

Left my husband in November.

Moved into a converted outbuilding at the farm.

Took over more responsibilities at work.

Dealt with a foreclosure on my former house.

After 6 months of separation Hubby decided to get sober.

Long version, well part of it....I want to talk about the situation with my marriage. First, I didn't mention this in November because of my husbands privacy. I'm still a little unsure on whether I should be posting this. But it's my experience too. And as he is sober now, I guess that any ramifications from work and what not will be non-existent.

I love my husband. We've been married since 1997. And I've been dealing with the fall out from his drinking since about two weeks after we were married. Making the decision to leave was really tough....obviously it took over 11 years. But being a God fearing woman. I decided to truly leave it in God's hands. I asked him to leave. He said 'No' that it was his house. So I left. Leaving your husband, a house you love, one of your dogs. Is tough. Especially when you know that you don't have the income capabilities to finance two households.

But I loved my husband and just wanted him sober and well. They say in Al-Anon that the alcoholic has to hit rock bottom, whatever that is for the individual. I had hoped that me leaving would be that for him. It wasn't. But he did hit rock bottom and cleaned up. He is sober now. I'm so thankful for that.

I'm thankful for the roof over our head. I'll post pictures of the 'sugar shack' as hubby calls it, later in the week. I do miss my house. The physical structure not so much. But the glorious big trees and my Hostas, and the cool breeze that blew all summer. I knew in November that if Hubby couldn't quit drinking quickly that there was no way that we would come out of this still owning the house. Knowing that I still made the choice to leave. Again....having a healthy, happy, cognitive husband is so much better than having the drunk version of himself and a house.

Okay...sorry for not fessing up sooner. But somethings you just can't share when they may hurt someone else. More on this later.

For tonight.....The POLO season is finally starting. So I'm off to put together my hamper for tonight's tailgating. Then off to Darlington for Polo under the lights. First chukka starts at 8pm. Have a great weekend everyone!