Picking Up The Pieces

Picking up the pieces.

Little girls dream of fairy tale weddings and knights in armor to save them...not the wicked witches that are out there wanting to snatch the dream.

What do you do when you find out a lie has been your reality for 6 months. You find out what you believe is getting better, is only going to have the bottom drop out because of one simple phone call. A marriage separation, both working towards a reconciliation, then the phone rings and you find out he's been living with another woman since the day he moved out....
Automatically you hold your breath, or has the breath been sucked out of you. You feel as though you're standing on the edge ready to fall off at any moment. Surely this can't be real, it must be a dream. This is not how life is supposed to be, this is not how things happen, especially to me. This was not what we were planning, talking about, working towards.
Who was this woman, where did she come from, how did she enter the picture period. And the children, how hurt will they be, will they believe it.
The heartache is real, the reality of the future now sits before me......where do I go, what do I do, how do I handle this.