I have so many new things I want to share with you but it will have to wait. Mr. Scabs has been overly anxious (as in, I'm tearing my hair out running around the house getting ready to go) to wisk us away for a week of camping, catching trout and swimming in the river. We will be unplugged, drinking in the summer and creating genuine memories.
But mostly, know this:
In a world that doesn't believe deep, impossible pains can be healed, I know they can.
People call me Scabs. That isn't my real name but Eat My Scabsis my real story. I must protect the names of the innocent and not so innocent.
This is the pen to paper raw version of discovering my husbands sex addiction, or whatever you want to call it; infidelity, cheating, weird world of lust, perversion, sex maniac.
The new life I find myself in is a little terrifying. I hope for new depth and peace in myself and a few good laughs along the way...cause there are some parts of a sex addicts behavior I find hilariously disgusting!
The part of me that's still intact, loves old bikes and yoga, genuine friends, I adore my kids, love to try new things and have always had a color crush on turquoise.