As I started to look up blog sites I remembered I had created a blog several years ago when my oldest child was just a baby. I thought I'd look for it and BAM! there it was. I have recently joined the Beach Body team as a coach and am so excited for the opportunity to help people in an area I am so passionate about. I'm learning that a big factor in being a coach is personal development. It makes SO much sense! I mean how can I help people better themselves if I'm not willing to help myself be better. Not just physically or nutritionally, but mentally as well. This got me thinking about my past year and all the challenges I have been faced with.
In March, 2014 I finally admitted to myself and my husband that my marriage was in a crisis. I did everything I knew to do- sought out counseling for myself, begged for marriage counseling (FAIL) and talked about it with my best friend. In counseling I remember saying "I just want him to be the miracle and be able to change!" Eventually I was talking about it to more than my friend and I had to get my parents involved because I needed help. In May my husband left VA and moved to central FL with his job and I made the decision not to follow him. The children and I stayed in VA to finish out the school year and with the help of my brother in law and father we made it to my parent's house on Father's Day, two days after the last day of school. I had a job interview the next week and started a new job I was already specialized in as an RN by July. I enrolled the children in daycare and started my job. My husband kept asking me not to get a job, and telling me things would change and how can we work on things if you aren't with me - but all I heard was BLAH BLAH BLAH. After the decision to start a new job I made the decision to enroll my daughter in school in my home town. This meant we would not be going to be with my husband at the beginning of the school year. To say the least, it was the summer from hell for me. You see- in my mind I knew exactly what KYLE had to do to make our marriage work. HE had screwed up SO much and HE did this to us! Couldn't he see that??
I started visiting my mom's church and I am so thankful for that. She is Catholic and although I was raised in the Methodist church I felt so comforted every time I went to church with her. My 2 youngest were in daycare here and I always saw a familiar face. I often got puzzled looks by lifelong friends who I knew were wondering where Kyle was and some that maybe knew a little about what was going on in my personal life. I was not ME! I had become this empty shell of a person just trying to survive each day, trying to get through until the next day. I was never diagnosed as depressed but I know I was in a deep funk. Work was an escape for me but even there I was not performing at the level I needed to be for my own standards. I had all these personal standards and I just found it so hard to even get up in the morning. I had 3 children depending on me. One- an infant son that I was breastfeeding even that truly needed ME. By September I found myself missing my husband- even the bad parts of him. I was lonely, needed help and wanted to be loved. We made a deal and set all these rules. Basically there was no room for him to screw up but I knew he could do it and I knew his little problem that turned into a big problem was the ONLY problem. With that fixed, so I thought, EVERYTHING would be A-OK! WRONG!!
We made it through the month of September unscathed. Then come a terrible weekend in October when, you guessed it, he broke one of the "rules" BIG TIME!!! I was officially done! No going back this time. I mean I gave him ONE MORE CHANCE and he SCREWED it up AGAIN!!! After this incident in October I heeded the advice of a professional and found myself in a support group full of people just like me. I couldn't believe it. The first time I stepped through the doors and saw all these "normal" people, even some people I knew, I just broke down and cried! Their stories were just like mine! Some had remarried, some had stuck it out and some were single and happy. I knew I'd find all my answers there. WRONG AGAIN!! They did recommend some books for me to read and that's what I did every night. I was searching for answers. As soon as I got the kids to bed I would read until I fell asleep and slowly I started to feel a little stronger. Eventually, I had things happen to me and I felt like God was telling me exactly what I needed to do. I took his direction and went to a job interview in VA where some of my family lives and just knew this was the answer to my prayers. See I was praying for God to separate Kyle and I by distance to make this divorce he kept telling me we needed easier. I'd say "please move him to Boston or Missouri or let me get this job in VA." Everything lined up, my resume sounded like I would be the perfect match for this position, there would be a sign on bonus, I would have a house to live in that I could afford without his help, my parents were going to be retiring up there around the same time. Perfect, RIGHT??
I remember the day all this fell into place saying, "God just told me what to do." Now I look at it differently but I do still feel He was telling me to do these things but for a different outcome than I had planned. When I got to VA, it was Thanksgiving, $#!* hit the fan! To put it nicely, my parents decided FL was their home and would always be. I knew I could not make this move alone, with my three kids and no support system. I had talked so negatively about my husband that no one trusted what would go on if he was around! So MY plan failed AGAIN! I remember telling my mom as she was crying to me telling me she was so sorry (she knew how I was looking at this opportunity for me and my kids to start fresh) and I just told her "Mom, I will be ok. We will all be OK. I'm not sure what God's plan is for me anymore or what He is up to but we will be ok." I had some peace in that but came home with no plan. I'm a planner so NO plan is not cool.
I got through my son's first birthday and the holidays came. I was dreading them because I knew Kyle would be home and I would have to see him and share the kids with him and I just felt like he didn't deserve that after everything He had done to ME and that my kids deserved more. After my PLAN on moving to VA fell through I stopped reading as much and started to feel more disconnected with the stronger person I was becoming. I was still going to church with my mom and would pray the whole time I was there. But I was still being very specific to ask for my needs to be fulfilled. Christmas hit and ALL 3 kids and I got a wicked stomach bug. My parents helped nurse us back to health but then when I went down, guess who came to help ME take care of our kids? Kyle! My husband that I was thinking about divorcing. (Ouch! That word hurts! NEVER use that word loosely people! I hope you never get to that point in your marriage.) I remember saying to him something like "you probably wished this to happen to me" and he kissed me on the forehead and said "I love you". I mean WTH?? WHAAT?? I felt HORRIBLE from that virus but got some peace in those words from the man that I used to love but really never stopped loving. After I got to feeling better I shared with him about the most loving "swift kick in the @$$" I got from my parent's. It was time I figure my crap out. I was sucking as a mom, my kids needed me and their dad to be the best parent's we could be. I was falling apart but yet I was still trying to control everything. I was scared to tell everyone who had help me build up this barrier to keep Kyle out that I still loved him, that I really thought he had changed and that I wanted to work on things with him. I mean no one wants to see a marriage fail but I feel like EVERYONE knew all the drama. That's when I said (actually God was telling me, I'm sure), ok, enough is enough. Follow your heart. Those who matter don't mind and those who mind don't matter. It is true, really! I told Kyle how I was feeling, well I tried. Everytime I tried to talk to him I sobbed. He would look at me like WTH is wrong with you. I had put on this strong front in front of him for months that I was unphased by all of this and that I was stronger than ever. I really was so broken inside just wanting my family back and wanting to love and be loved by him.
A month after that dreaded, but life saving, stomach bug, my children and I moved yet again to be with my husband.
You see, God was working in my life that entire time even though I did not recognize it. I don't really remember asking HIM "why me?" but I always knew he wanted more for me than to be as miserable as I was. All these trials set me up for this miracle. Had I not let him go last May without me and the kids, maybe he wouldn't have seen the problems I'd been bringing to his attention. Had God answered my many prayers to do this and do that I could be in VA working a job with crazy hours and be totally exhausted that I wouldn't have the time to be the mom I want to be. This move would have also led to a divorce and we all know what that does. Had I not gotten that stomach bug over Christmas, I would have never heard Kyle tell me he loves me and get that kiss from him. Had my mom not set me down and tell me to basically put on my big girl panties and figure my crap out (thanks mom :) I wouldn't have gone to Kyle crying multiple times before I finally told him I loved him too and could see he was changing. I hoped he could see I was changing too. For I finally admitted I wasn't perfect in all this. I learned what true forgiveness was all about. I was willing to actually forgive and forget and move forward with our life together.
I've been reading "You're Made for a God-Sized Dream". A book my neighbor recommended after she heard my story. Something I read in it spoke to me. "God sized dreams are invincible when we're obedient. He always wins in the end." My God sized dream was for my husband to change and my family to be a happy healthy unit again. God's plan was so much more than mine and I did get my miracle in the end! I think even better than the miracle I imagined. With Easter just passed, the story of Jesus' suffering for me and you is fresh on my mind! I mean he died on that cross for ME! He wants me! I feel all these trials lead me closer to Him. I ask myself, how can I use my experience to glorify him? How can I help someone else going through something similar to me? How can I reach people with my story? I have always been a Christian but never felt comfortable enough to talk about my faith with many people. I have delivered 3 miracles- my beautiful children but now I can say I've lived through a very tough trial and got the most beautiful thing at the end of it. I know God puts us in certain places at certain times. I feel he used these hardships to bring me closer to him. I went to God only after I admitted I couldn't do it alone. I'm so thankful for his faithfulness and unconditional love. I also believe he puts different people in our lives at just the right time. Currently, my neighbor in particular. She introduced me to the Beachbody family. God wants me to us my gifts he has given to glorify him. I know I have so much to offer others struggling through the same things I have been through. I know the importance of good nutrition and exercise and how much they can help a person who is depressed. I've been that person, a few times, and when I'm at my worst I am not eating well and not taking care of myself. Most importantly, I know how much personal development can change your life. It saved mine! and brought my husband and I closer to God. I'm so thankful!
Thank you for reading my first chapter book ;) Many of you prayed for me and my family during this tough year, thank you for that. Many of you may not have had any idea we went through this, I'm happy to share. :) Remember to Thank God for all the blessings in your life. How can you use your gifts to help others? Please reach out to me if I can help you in anyway. I'd be happy to chat.
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