falling to pieces?

it sure seems like it.

last sunday, my marriage was very close to being over.  very close.  we yelled.  we cried.  we accused.  we fought.  we hurt.  we blamed.  we {almost} gave up.

and then...we made up. things are fine now. 

there's a lot of stress weighing on our shoulders at the moment and we're slowly, but surely, drowning in it all.

more stress & uncertainty was thrown at us just yesterday.  top off those three hateful letters in the mail with a very sad, unsuccessful phone call to adam's father and it's easy to see why we're stressed, on edge & barely hanging on. 

but, i'm not quitting.  not on adam.  not on myself.  not on my family.

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