Grace, I’m delighted that Adam and I came to some agreement on several negotiation points. However, there is no way we can continue to timeshare the house. A part of me feels scared to be in the same house when I know Adam has so much hatred toward me, which was reflected by his action in microwaving my MacBook. I also know that leaving the house when we don’t have custody of the children is so exhausting. We both have to find places to live for the week.
I don’t want to do this anymore. I want a place of my own that I can call my home, a place where I am safe, and where my creativity can flow without any fear of reprisal.
Eve, I am also glad you and Adam came to an agreement. It’s understandable the initial living arrangements. Now it’s time to find and create a place where you and your children can call home.
So what does home mean to you? What makes a place of shelter become a home? What feelings are associated with a home? How do you know that you are home? What smells remind you of home? Is home a place? Is the search for a home similar to finding your own interior dwelling? These are some questions to think about as you move into a new phase.
There’s a song written by Michael Card titled “Home.” Read and reflect on these words. It might just affirm your decision to close the door on hatred and open the door to forgiveness, peace and love. You and your children deserve this. Since you are holding the keys, you have the power to unlock your future. Ready?
Home by Michael Card
Home is a comfort
Home is a light
A place to leave the darkness outside
Home is a peaceful and ever-full feeling
A place where a soul safely hides
And being at home should remind you of still
There’s a place that’s prepared just for you
And I think my home is just heaven’s reflection
As long as my home’s here with you
Home is where someone is waiting and loving
And happy to see you again
That half of your heart
That somebody else treasures
The one who’s your forever friend
But it seems that he’s told me
The life’s that He’s showing me
Is a life mostly spent on the road
But when the world’s empty charm has done all of its harm
I know that his love waits for me in your arms