Last night, I broke my engagement to the former mr. honeychile. We had a long talk afterwards, and agreed that, as much as we love each other, if we haven't married after almost five years, the issues between us aren't going to change enough in the near future. We're going to talk over the weekend, and get some of the "this is yours, that is mine" stuff cleared away. We prayed together, and I cried while Mr. Stoic choked up.
He is a wonderful, loving man - if anyone knows a woman who is a born-again Deadhead & lives in Chicagoland, let me know. I wish him every happiness, as he does me.
Yes, I'm miserable. I know this is for the best, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel as if my heart has been ripped out of my chest, stomped on, and thrust back in.
I really, really want to thank each of you for your prayers. Y'all have been wonderfully patient with me over the past months (when this was all slowly coming together), and I so appreciate it. My sisters are the greatest!!
Well, it's official.
Hybrid Mode
