GypsySoulSister

The Lakehouse of Hope

She showed up at the lake house after the weekend from hell. The breakup took it out of her; she sat on the bed, took a deep breath in, and said, “I’m free.” She started unpacking her stuff, the little that, wasn’t destroyed, as she pulled the broken cookie jar her late grandmother had made, the china she had told her about as a child now in pieces in a box. It related to the pieces of her broken life. Just her and her two kids and dogs now. “Now, what am I going to do.” The first night was the worst. With lots of tears and confusion from everyone. “How does a marriage just end; it ends so fast like it was nothing. In a split second, everything you’ve worked for gone. Now they are left with your ghost, and you are left picking up the pieces of your life. Was he a bad guy? some would say yes, but she saw a side of him that was different, kind, and loving. She saw his potential to be a great man, a great father, and a husband. He would go out of his way for everyone but them. For some reason, they were always put on the back burner. She knew him kicking her out was the only way she would have truly left him, and now it was no longer about her, it was about their safety. You don’t realize what pills do to you till he’s acting out of his character and kicking his own family out. The saddest and scariest thing, he doesn’t remember much of that night, but she and her kids will never forget it.