Seven Months Too Late

He Finally asked me to come back…

I said no

The first 6 months of my life unhinged was an emotional rollercoaster but I am finally getting into my groove.  I think.

My husband came to town for a couple of days with the sole purpose of asking me if I would consider coming back to him, Colorado, and all of my dreams.  I said no.  I did’t even really have to think about it because when I do, I get that sick sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach like I did every time I had to go back after visiting my family here in the South over the last 8 years.  Colorado isn’t home anymore and neither is the house that was our dream home.  I have moved on and am happy to say that I am finally at peace with my Nomadic life and I think it suits me just fine!  My heart is actually full of compassion for him because he finally realizes that he doesn’t love her like he thought and they aren’t together anymore.  (Bawaaa) I’m sure they will still be a part of each others lives and I truly wish him the best.  Her, not so much but that’s just me.

Finding My Niche

I am finding that working seasonal jobs leaves me plenty of time and money to travel and kickstart my freelance writing.  My focus for now will be writing articles about Airbnb spaces and for a few months this will be a FREE  service so if you or anyone you know  has a space you want me to write about, contact me here.  Eventually, I will also write articles on other things like interesting towns to visit, covered bridges, cafe’s and other unique places.

I just booked my first Airbnb cabin to write about!   The Ouachita River Cabin Queen Room, Malvern AR.  I’m going to visit my ex-mother-in-law and will spend one night here and interview Mr. Bill.  Stay tuned!

 

 

Author: twicebitten180

The decision to even find out what a "blog" really is, came when I found myself at 55, discarded like a car with too many miles on it by my husband of 15 years. You know, "The grass is greener" mentality. Five years to the day after the death of my 23 year old son, I loaded up my u-haul and headed south. Never once looking back at the beautiful state of Colorado, my husband, my home, my job or my retirement business. It was all now promised to someone else so I pulled up my big girl socks and moved on. So, this blog isn't going to be a place for me to lash out about the betrayal. It is going to be a place for me to share the adventures and experiences that lead to the healing and the happiness. A place to find encouragement and strength. At the present time, I teach fitness bootcamp classes on Friday evenings and I house/pet sit when someone needs me. I have even been thinking of doing vehicle transport for car rental businesses or car dealerships but having an out of state drivers license might be a problem. In the meantime, I am doing a little traveling and trying to learn some new skills. Welding and writing are at the top of my list. Learning to be a free lance writer has always been something I dreamed of doing and now is my time. I hope you will come along for the ride!

3 thoughts on “Seven Months Too Late”

  1. Healing is hard. It takes strength and conviction. Stay the course and be true to yourself. Being with your family is like a warm blanket. Good for you!

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