Exactly a year ago, we went on a family holiday. Things with barely husband had gotten really bad a few weeks before but I managed to calm things down enough so we could go.
I was still desperately trying to fix things, I was scared and broken. The post I managed to publish was called Doomed Holiday.
A lot has happened since then. Divorce is just a matter of time and I feel free. I’m not scared anymore. Of course I still worry about sorting things out and not troubling Raven’s life more than we already have, but I feel good and happy.
To celebrate this, I am with Raven and mom in Portugal, on a girly holiday. We came to the place where my grandma was born. That represents four generations of women in our family.
It’s been a lovely time, very relaxed and fun. Mom had a moment in her constant fight with depression but I think we’re past it. Little things going wrong affect her massively nowadays. In this case, it was just a little mix up at the hotel meaning we couldn’t get the room type we had booked for the first two nights. I sorted it but she was already in a spiral. Giving her support, followed by space works, I have learned.