My Daughters - C, S & J

Speaking to that last post regarding Depression, I must admit that I had moments where I could not deal with what was happening in my life. After my husband jumped ship, so to speak, as being my support and best friend - where could I turn? Well, Leila, helped bring me back from the depths of that dark night when I didn't follow through with my plan to end my life (and believe me, I still message her frequently!). But I needed someone who was around physically. (and I am speaking about someone besides my counselor - I highly recommend going to a counselor for someone like me!).

Something happened at school one day - actually, I made it in to school and then my close friend, M, took me to the front office and told them to find a substitute for me. At that time, the principal was still on my side and he agreed. I couldn't return home that day so it must have had to do with discovering something about my husband's overseas girlfriend/s. M suggested that I go to my middle daughter at IU. My two younger daughters were there but I only contacted S and I distinctly remember going to see her at the apartment that she shared with her girlfriend and she cuddled with me on her bed as I sobbed my heart out.

There have been many times now that I have relied on the strength of my daughters. I am so grateful that they have grown up to be such strong, faith-filled young women. I feel guilty when I turn to them - shouldn't I be the support for them? However, as much as I love my sisters, my daughters understand me more. Somehow, it seems as though I have lost my world at times because my husband truly was my best friend through all these years. I don't expect my daughters to become my best friends - just as I don't plan on being my mother's best friend and confidant - but I am forever grateful to them for the relationship that they have with one another and with me and that I can now go to them for advice.  Their husbands have even stepped into the "son" role without a sideways glance, it seems. They meet me with open arms (and that beer even - when needed!).