Hello there. I’ve been gone from this space. My former “happy place” that’s been misplaced for several years. I want to start over here. Re-introduce myself.
I’m Jennee. Full-time working mama, homeschool mama, homesteading wannabe, planner addict, organizing obsessed, knitting machine, crafter, lover of books, amateur photographer. There’s more too.
Like most people I find myself enjoying so many things, yet not at the exact same time.
I want to re-introduce myself since the early days of this blog and the person they represented is altogether different. There are echos of a sameness these people share, but my life is about as different as it can be.
People change and evolve.
Life changes and evolves.
Some things simple happen. Some are choices. Some consequences.
This is where I have found myself the last several years. All of it. Some things happened. Big things.
Life altering things.
Some choices were made, and not made.
Enter the consequences. Enter my need to turn to writing again.
You see, writing has always been the most productive way for me to vent. To process. To cope. When I was in high school, I wrote everyday. Poetry, journaling, anything. I was a broken kid. That was my relief.
When I was raising littles and in the “trenches” of being a stay-at-home mama of 4 (now 5), I created this blog. I document the daily life. I processed the struggles. The was also to pass on any amount of hope I could to those going through the same.
Here I am again.
Turning to writing again as I begin to process a new chapter in my life. This is a chapter I never wanted to write or process. This chapter I have been avoiding. I don’t want to have to enter this.
Here I am.
Today is the first night that my husband will be sleeping at another home. We are separating.
Before you ask, let me answer you.
Yes we have tried. For years. Our kids know. They are doing as well as they can be.
We are both in counseling.
For many, many, many reasons I believe it’s the right decision.
Sometimes our broken world pulls us in a little too much and we find ourselves broken people again. I know that marriage is “forever” in the Christian world. I know, too, that God loves us each individually more than we can imagine. I daresay that Jesus died for us individually. Not as a group or couple. He has some mighty work to accomplish in these two broken people.
We loved our 5 children so much.
We have agreed to be co-parents and we’re working together as well as possible to make this season in their lives as peaceful as possible.
There it is.
Big news. Sad news.
Private. I will not use this space to bash the man. I simple needed to tell you. I know that just as easily as I mentioned him before in this space, I will be needing to mention the alone-ness of things as well.
Hello. I’m Jennee and I have so much to catch you up on.