This...is not a good week. Today, my marriage exploded. Hubby explained he would like to be my ex-Hubby. And sooner, rather than later. The details are horrible - too stupid and predictable even for a made-for-Lifetime movie. I am living some kind of sick cliche.
I am going to bed now to pray to God for a miracle. I have no idea what that miracle might look like. But I'm asking for it. I sure wouldn't mind if you want to throw a prayer up for me, too. But more especially for the boys. Oh my poor sweet boys.