Yes. It’s true.
I’m completely shattered and broken.
My life as I know it is over.
I’ve been abandoned and betrayed by the man I told was the love of my life. He scoffed and said, “Meg, don’t be silly, you get more than one of those you know.” (No, you don’t).
I’ve been cast aside like garbage by the man I spent half of my life with.
I’ve been told I’m not worth the fight and am completely unwanted in one man’s life.
I literally cannot complete a sentence without bursting into tears.
And I’m completely surprised I can still draw breath.
But here is how:
I have a friend who dropped everything to bring me food for my children.
I have a friend who sat on my couch after work and told me how her life was rebuilt after the same thing happened to her.
I have a friend who emails me a song of encouragement every day.
I have a friend who will force me to take a shower and hold me accountable by smelling my hair at the bus stop. (Gross, but necessary.)
I have a friend who will let me sit on her sofa for hours and not hold a coherent conversation.
I have a friend who will call me and let me call her and say the same thing over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over.
I have a friend who will hold me as I cry.
I have a friend.
Right now, it’s not me breathing. It’s my friends drawing it for me, and I find that amazing.