This is proving harder to write than I thought.
A few weeks ago, J and I got into a fight, which is rare enough that it still surprises me. It snowballed so fast because each of us was expecting the other to straighten up, no one did, and by that point, it was easy to imagine future worst-case scenarios and not want any part of that.
Surely I'm not the only one who gets into snowballs, right?
Needless to say, it was rough. One thing that helps me is to write it down.
I put off making this page for a few days because I wasn't anxious to relive those sad feelings. But I still think it's important to scrap the messy bits, and I wanted some kind of acknowledgement.
I scrapped this page on a Saturday morning with sunlight flooding my scrap desk. The boys were gone, J was outside, and it was just quiet. No music or Netflix. I just played and poured out my heart. : )
The self-portrait was from the day after our meeting of the minds when I was still raw and confused (and crying) but working through the resolution.
My new favorite thing is lots of long threads haphazardly (yet strategically, ha!) tangled. I did the same thing on this page.
The emotion is heavy, but the page is gorgeous and REAL. I mean, scrap supplies are pretty cheap therapy, right??
