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Drowning

Drowning

He looked at me told me I was a shell of who I used to be. 

He sounded angry, and sad, and most of all the worry in his voice cut through me like something I instinctively understood. The worry of a parent. 

I had taken off with the girls and gone home to my safe spot, it was November after a couple of months of broken confusion of trying to save my marriage, and I decided to hop on a plane from the East Coast to go back to the Midwest.  I had to escape.

I was drowning.

I remember sitting in the airport garage shaking with the three girls in the backseat. I felt so sick that I no longer knew what  the sick feeling was coming from. I sat there debating if I should actually get on the plane. My father told me, "you need to come home, you need support," and so I got on the plane and I went. 

It was the rash moment that hurt my ex the most, and scared him the most. Hurting him was never my intention, but it did, and I own it. 

I stood in the kitchen I grew up in, 15 pounds lighter than the previous time I had seen my parents, and sobbed. 

I had no answers.

I had no where to turn. 

I didn't know what to do. I just knew it all wasn't right, and I knew I needed someone to take care of not only me, but my girls. 

I remember a silence that surrounded the statement, and I remember it finally turning  on a light in my head. 

"Molly, you are a shell of who you used to be." 

That moment was my turning point. 

That moment was my push to move forward. 

The brutal honesty of a parent, and one I will forever be thankful for. 

I was drowning, and he found a way to cut through the currents to reach me. 

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Salt and the Sea

Salt and the Sea

Nebraska Family Session

Nebraska Family Session

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