Hard to Write

But it was even harder to say. I am moving back to Atlanta. Without my husband. We have discussed this possibility many times, and it is now time to do it. I never thought it would come to this. When I gave up everything in Atlanta to marry him and move here, I was fearless. I just knew that we loved each other enough to make it work.

The reality has been so difficult. I don't like Houston, and I can't stand being away from my family in Atlanta. I have been miserable, and I have made him miserable. Our relationship has suffered terribly as a result.

We both still love each other, but it seems we are past the point of repair. I don't know when I will be going back. I have to figure out what it will take to get my Georgia nursing license reinstated, and then go from there. My dad has generously said that I can stay with him as long as I need, but I don't want to need it for long. Adding a dog and a cat to his 2 bedroom condo doesn't seem quite fair.

I am incredibly sad, but also feel a sense of relief. It has been difficult for me to admit that I have failed. This is the first big thing in my life I have ever failed at--and it is a tough one. However, I know that I can be happier and so can he. We are being incredibly civil and supportive of each other. We will make this transition work as easily as is possible. I know everything will be okay. It just sucks right now.