Earlier this week, Scott took me and the kids to the Navy Exchange and the Commissary to, pretty much, buy us whatever we wanted (within reason). Up until this point, it had been very hard to “receive” from him, and while we were walking through the parking lot, I was reminded why.
As the kids were goofing off, Scott and I were walking side-by-side, and I experienced one of those “moments” of deja vu, only this moment reminded me of who I USED to be. I was a horrible wife, and as I remembered back, I felt myself ready to fall apart. Continue reading
