Yesterday I forgot to pray and my pretty good morning slowly moved into a crappy afternoon into a really shitty night. My husband snapped at me a few times and apologized but then snapped at me again and I snapped! I left. I couldn't be in my house anymore and it would have been a perfect time to go to a meeting but instead I chose to wallow in my own misery about what I don't even really know. I came back and treated my kids/husband like crap pretty much for the rest of the night.
And now as I am writing this I still feel something...I just don't know what it is.....So I guess I will pray about it and hopefully figure out what it is and deal with it.
8 months ago I would have felt guilt and shame and thought about 5:00 and when I could open my bottle of wine.
Today I feel hope and different and okay.
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