This morning, I woke up thinking about rest and how badly I needed it after the night before. Sleep had been broken and restless, and my body ached from the emotional weight it carried yesterday. I barely made it through the day, running on fumes and emotions I couldn’t name. Today began with coffee. It’s … Continue reading Choking on Coffee and Holding Back Tears
You Never Know When It Will Hit
You never know when it will hit.The tears, I mean. The ones that steal your breath, make your chest tight, your throat close. The ones that don’t just come from your eyes—they come from somewhere deeper. Somewhere hollow and aching and still bleeding. I was just thinking about the flowers. My husband used to bring … Continue reading You Never Know When It Will Hit
3AM and Coffee
It’s 3AM again. The world is still, but my thoughts are anything but. I slip out of bed, careful not to wake the dogs. I've learned how to move quietly, like a ghost in my own home. The kitchen is dark except for the soft green glow of the microwave clock. I don't turn on … Continue reading 3AM and Coffee
When the World Doesn’t See The Cracks
Welcome to The Broken Wife This space was born from silence, of whispered pain, long nights, and heavy goodbyes no one could hear. I created this blog not because I have all the answers, but because I know what it means to hold on when everything inside is falling apart. Maybe you're here because you … Continue reading When the World Doesn’t See The Cracks
When I Realized I Was the Broken Wife
Sometimes I go back and read the things I’ve written. The pieces soaked in sorrow, stitched with fear, lined with hope that feels thinner by the day. I read them as if I’m reading about someone else—this woman who is grieving, aching, fighting to keep going. And then, like a wave crashing in without warning, … Continue reading When I Realized I Was the Broken Wife
The Ugly Cries: When the Floor Is the Only Place Left to Fall
There are cries… and then there are ugly cries. I’m not talking about a few tears slipping down your cheek during a sad commercial or a quiet weep you can still hide behind sunglasses. I’m talking about the kind of cry that steals your breath, swells in your chest like a storm, and knocks you to … Continue reading The Ugly Cries: When the Floor Is the Only Place Left to Fall
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