We all have those pivotal moments that happen in our lives. Those moments that sear into our memories and leave an imprint that stays with us forever.

I was depressed. I just found out my husband was having an affair. I just filed for divorce. I was in Washington state all alone with no friends or family for support. I was in the middle of trying to pack me and my son up to move back to Texas and I lost all motivation. I was laying in bed. I had not eaten or showered. I had done the most basic and minimal of parenting.

I don’t recall the exact words, but my friend (now husband), Casey, texted me to get up off my ass, take a shower, eat something and start packing. He told me I needed to put my head on and start being a mother to my son and remember that I am a strong woman. I remember feeling slapped across the face, but it worked. I pulled myself out of bed, took a shower, fixed myself breakfast, and started packing. It was the kick in the ass I needed.

It was the kindness that I needed and that I’ll never forget.