a return?

it's been a long time, hasn't it? so long, in fact, that many of my readers have removed me from their blogrolls. ah, well. nevermind. i'm back now. and there are lots of stories to tell, but i still haven't processed most of what's happened since march, so i'm not sure how quickly it will all come out.

for now it will have to suffice to say that i am no longer a part of the school i helped open this fall. the school that in actual fact, took up most of my waking hours for the better part of a year. the school my son and daughter were to attend until they turn 12 in 6 and 10 years respectively.

my business partner--and i use that term loosely because she never really participated much in the actual running of the business--turned out to be rather nuts and after trying several different approaches to continuing the partnership i finally decided that what is best for me and my family was to leave the school. sounds simple, doesn't it? it hasn't been. there was never an exit strategy. never a plan for resolving disagreements between us and we remained at deadlock until it became apparent that time had run out for adding on to the building for the elementary program. there were public outbursts. broken friendships. eye-opening moments that have taught me a good deal more about the human condition--at both ends of the spectrum. i have received the grace of unsurpassed friendship and a renewed understanding of the bonds of family. and yet my business has effectively been stolen by a woman who has no conscience and puts self-interest above all else. i will evermore view her as nothing short of a common thief. a plotting swindler who lives off the hard work of everyone around her and leaves misery in her wake. her very existence is a foul stain upon the planet.

bitter much? 

i'm moving through the grief. at first i was unable to do anything. then the crying. and the pity party (and oh what a party it was!). now the rage. i'm not sure how long until i get to acceptance, but i don't really care, either. the rage is empowering and i intend to use it.

i wish i could report that life! is! good!, but in actual fact it's more meh than anything else. struggles. financial mostly. i'm out $5k in legal fees already and it's just the tip of the iceburg. and then the struggle to find my boy the right school and get him the right placement. and the struggle to teach the girl not to scream every time she needs something. and the struggle not to struggle....

but there are good things too. really good things. i've rediscovered how in love with love i can be, which is refreshing and uplifting. and i've returned to writing and am enjoying being at home. the big move from upstairs to down is finally underway, and i'm spending more time sleeping, exercising, hanging out with the kids, and socializing. i didn't know how stressed out i was until i stopped.

and now i've tentatively started again. 

Comments

[slouchingmom]

Well, hello, lady! Ever so nice to hear from you.

I am so sorry that it's been a nightmare of a time.

Here's to better times from now on.

[Colleen]

So glad you're back!!!

[moxiemomma]

hi ladies! good to see both of you again too!! hopefully i'm back for good now :)