I'm on the tail end of the most painful week I've ever experienced as a human being. If you're a mother, you can relate - just imagine your worst thirty minutes of childbirth and stretch it out so it lasts seven days. Unfortunately, I can't really get more specific than that, but let me just say this:
As in, I just wrote out a Will and mailed it to my parents scared.
As some of you already know, I was betrayed last week. That was only the tip of the iceburg and I'm just beginning to learn exactly how deep that betrayal runs. The good news is I don't think anyone plans to murder me in my sleep while I have my children at home, so starting at 9AM tomorrow, I'll be safe for about a week. I wish I could write all about it because that would be even better than the multiple therapy appointments I have scheduled, but know this: I promise that after all the dust settles, you'll get the full story. It won't be pretty, but it'll be yours.
In the meantime, please PRAY FOR ME. If you know me in real life, this is your chance to call. Send me your happiest thoughts. I need uplifting movie recommendations. Inspirational reading ideas. Good poetry. Funny stories. Cute pictures of your kids. Shit, send me silly youtube videos if you think they'll cheer me up.
There are about five of you who hate me and thousands who remain silent every day. This is your chance to come out of the closet and SPEAK UP.
I need you.