Frozen

Gosh.  How is it that doing so little can be so BIG?  How can it be that taking steps can be so painful?  I am having a rough night.  Been watching shows.  Vegging.  Checked out.  It's like donating blood.  Drained.  Weak.  Oh goodness.  How do I get past it?  And how do I get out?   I know that it would be easier to file on my own.  But I want to talk to the kids.  I want to know what they want in the parenting plan.  I want to do it as well as possible with my husband.  Though I don't want to stay together.  I want to know that I did the best that I could.
That I tried well.
For me.  For who I am.  For who I will become.  I will take the time and pain now so that in the future I will know and love the woman I become.
grace to you.