It was an emotional day. What day isn't these days? I didn't sleep much the night before. I think the silence from my husband was really getting to me. He hadn't responded to my e-mail the day before about money. He hadn't yet shared with me that he was consulting with additional attorneys.
And then I finally heard from him. I suspect it was the text he received from the bank about a transfer of funds that got his attention. I had e-mailed him the day before about my intention with money but maybe he hoped if he ignored the e-mail it would go away. We had a good conversation in the sense that we cleared the air on some negative assumptions he was holding onto and made a plan to work collaboratively for the divorce. It still left me feeling confused though as he still doesn't have any answers that make sense about why he wants a divorce.
And then the evening came and I made my way down to where the yoga class would be held given it was raining outside. When I arrived, no one else had arrived yet so I had a chance to really talk to the instructor. There was something about her such that when she asked how my week had been, I didn't just mumble my normal "fine". The words of what I was really going through came out of my mouth before I could even pause and the support I received from her washed over me in a way I didn't expect.
We waited about five minutes past the time the class was supposed to start in case anyone else showed up but they didn't. So I had the blessing of a one-on-one yoga session that was really tailored to me. And I left the class feeling a bit more peace and strength.
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