I went to my mother's for a visit at the end of July and spent two weeks wondering why we thought moving closer to home would be a good idea for our family. I sound ungrateful right now which makes me feel guilty, but as nice as it was to see family and friends, it was a constant reminder of why we fought all the time and were unhappy and why I ended up getting over 350 pounds. A lot of the time it was just sad how angry and selfish and out of touch my family has become.
Since my brother and sister had to come back home 8 months ago the anger in the house has just gotten worse. Everyone walks around mad at everyone and it breaks my heart. When my husband came up to get us and spend some time with his family we thought it would be a nice break from the drama at my mother's and it was even worse. His parents were so angry and bitter the whole visit we only stayed for three hours and the kids, dog and i spent an hour of that time outside on the trampoline while his parents sat inside. We ended up driving home a whole day earlier then planned.
Since then we've been trying to get back into a routine because the boys go back to school in about a week. I've also started getting back on track with eating and fitness and trying to train the dog. The one good thing about our trip home was the puppy got to have a puppy play date with a dog his size and he was the happiest I've ever seen him.
So here's to getting back on track and finding a bit of comfort in distance and praying for the strength to make it through.