K.C.'S BLOG

Every fall, I used to feel like a “football widow” — my husband disappeared into endless college and pro games, and I felt left out. Over time, though, I realized football season didn’t have to mean losing him. It could mean gaining something for myself. By setting boundaries, choosing which games I wanted to join, and using the rest of the time for my own passions, I found balance. Football season became more than his—it became mine, too.