xoxo, Adrianne
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Something I’ve had to work through in my life was not being protected as a child. It’s why my tone of voice is what it is. It’s why I’m hyper independent. It’s why I have clear boundaries now. It’s why I wear an armor at all times.
People think I’m cold, blunt and ruthless. No, I was in self defense, or fight or flight.
It’s why I picked the wrong men. I didn’t know what a strong man looked like. I didn’t know how to allow someone to protect me. In fact, I didn’t need anyone right? Bc I had me.
Until Dustin. If there is one thing that has kept us together it’s his ability to protect me. It’s taken me a long time to trust, let my guard down, and understand this side of me, a relationship and him.
I wanted a marriage that was Gods design. The man is the leader of the household. I know yall think I am the leader, and for the most part, I prob am, but bc he allows me to be. A good leader knows when to delegate. But the truth is, he knows when to step up. And he will for sure step up to protect me.
Another reason I’m able to relax and find healing and peace again. But I know I can count on this man. To provide and protect. To help me and to hold me. He will never hurt me or leave me. He will walk beside me and on the outside.
Waking up every day knowing I don’t have to do it all, be it all, for it all is bringing me so much peace.
Who knew at 46 I would get here? ✝️
Fun filled Friday night with all my faves! It is finished.
But sunday is coming.
All I wanted this weekend was to be close to my four walls. Tinsley will be home Tomm and I can’t wait to celebrate Jesus all weekend long.
Thank you for our many many blessings. ✝️
I’ve spent 25 years in fight or flight. I’ve raised kids, I’ve coparented, or tried to. I have worked 3-5 jobs when I didn’t get child support to give my girls everything. I built businesses. I showed up to class parties, was PTO. I did cheer comps on the weekends, I made overalls, I bought school supplies and clothes, I made sure they had everything they needed for school and extra circulars. I worked on my relationship with God, I worked on myself. Hauling 3 girls to church. I was married too many times. I had to heal while I did all of this. I wiped their butts, tears and mine too.
I have put up with too much. I had to. I didn’t have time to feel sorry for myself or even address in full my emotions bc I had kids to raise. Taking on two more that weren’t mine. And my husband. And his baggage and trauma.
We have worked so hard to heal. We have worked hard to raise our kids into valuable humans. Healthy humans. Better than I was. Better than he was.
And we have done a hell of a job.
But I’m done. Im always gonna be a momma. My most important job. But now it’s time for me. To heal. Heal fully. I made horrible decisions that followed me and will follow me forever. But I dont have to attend anymore.
I forgive me. I forgive them. I am ready to leave fight or flight and enter peace.
I can do this knowing my kids are in a great place. I can listen, support and love them beyond a shadow of a doubt. I have one year of Tatum’s college left then I’m done. I’ve paid off all their cars and two college educations. They are self sufficient. And I’m so proud!
I don’t have to play in the sandbox anymore. I am good at what I do. People will come based off my skill. Not what anyone says or does. I don’t have to shake hands with fake people.
I can speak my truth and be authentically me, but now I can do it with peace. By me, for me.
I have covered up so much to protect what little I could, and I don’t have to do that anymore.
I was surviving. And now I’m LIVING.
For me. 🌺
Just me and my husband. Still happy as ever. More in love than we thought we ever could be. Maintaining our boundaries. And choosing peace. ✌🏼
I wish this for everyone! 💋
Yall! I’m dying. I heard a little rumor….this time about my husband. Apparently some people think he cheated on me. I died. Laughing.
Gah the things people hear and believe.
Let me be clear….I’ve divorced for less. Four times to be exact. Poor Dustin breaths wrong and I’m gone. My tolerance is zero. I actually have to work hard at staying. Bc when you’ve been divorced, it just gets easier.
I know I can. I know I will. I know I won’t put up with. I like me.
But Dustin makes it easy. This man doesn’t have social media. His phone is on my side of the bed most nights. Half the time he doesn’t even know his passwords, I have to do it for him. Heaven forbid I die, bc he won’t make it.
I’ve been open about his one downfall which was alcohol and that man fixed that faster than gossip spreads in this town. And I can assure you, if he had, did or would, I’d let him. And I’d be gone.
But he won’t. Bc you don’t cheat on a woman who is your everything. Who built an empire with you. And Dustin doesn’t cheat bc it’s not who he is. I don’t worry bc the truth is, he doesn’t for him. He has too much integrity for that.
You wanna make things up about me, go right ahead. But that man doesn’t deserve it.
He isn’t perfect but he is perfect for me.
Yall just can’t stand for someone to be happy.
And be careful who you hear things from……they just might be the problem. 🤷🏼♀️
Now I’m gonna go give my loyal, loving husband a big fat kiss! And tell him thank you for being the best provider and protector I have ever known. And remind him why he doesn’t cheat on me ;) 💋
