2/1/1996 - A knee is bent. A ring is slipped onto a finger. A promise is made.
2/1/2008 - A paper is signed. The ring is long gone. A promise is legally broken.
Thanks for putting up with me this week. Lord knows it hasn't been pretty, but for ten years it was. It really was. My hope is that all of that memory-letting will allow me to more freely turn the corner... and find the next rainbow.
Above was the post I originally planned to put up today. But in what I now recognize as classic TDH fashion, he has asked that we postpone signing the papers. His family's particular strand of passive-aggressive virus is to let other people do the work on any kind of decision and at the last second weigh in and shift plans. It is the ultimate Pussy Power Play.
To say I am infuriated and frustrated is the understatement of the year. Those ten years were relatively great and the memories are usually good but to have them forever tainted by this past 8+ months of public pain, humiliation, nausea and frustration is something I just might not be able to forgive.
Prayers that this might soon be over, for my son whose birthday is Monday, for diligence in the process...
And prayers of Thanksgiving that as TDH makes his way over here this morning that there are no weapons in the house.