On June 29, 2007 I came home to a letter at my door that changed everything. Since then many words and phrases have become familiar territory such as:
the long run.
When I asked him to leave our home... "In the long run we'll be better because we had this time of separation."
When he announced in counseling that there was yet another someone else... "In the long run it will be better to be away from what this marriage had become."
When he remarried... "In the long run this will be a cleaner break for all."
The salve to every pain that has come with my broken heart has been clarified by the phrase, "In the long run..."
And I knew it was true. I knew that in the long run my parenting would be better, my independence would be sweeter, my heart would be stronger and my life would be better. But when? When would that be?
If on the evening of June 29, 2007 you had said it would only take two years, no one would have believed it. And yet on June 30, 2009 I will close on my new townhome and complete the move from where I was to the better and stronger person I have become.
Officially the address will be Mill Road, but I know we will have finally arrived at The Long Run.