It has been eleven months today since I knew for certain that I would leave my husband. It took me a few more weeks to actually do it: waffling between the security of something bad but safe, and something good but risky. It is strange how much life can change in a year. Yes, my life was completely uprooted and torn apart, but it turned out to be the best thing for it, because it is much stronger and better now than it was before. It kind of reminds me of a prairie fire, and how the grass is so much greener afterwards. And through it all, I have learned a LOT about who I am, what I want, and where I want to go from here. Sure, I still have to deal with those problems, but when I wake up in the morning, I have hope that someday things will improve. When I go to sleep at night, I have dreams for the future that I never thought were possible.

I am not trying to paint a rosy picture of what happens after divorce. Divorce sucks. I think if a marriage can be saved, it should be, but sometimes they simply can’t be or shouldn’t be. It has been a long, hard road, and I am not finished with it yet, but I now have the strength to travel it to the end thanks to the people that I have around me to support me. It has been hard, is hard, and will be hard, but I will make it through.

Tags: divorce, hope, life after divorce, love, separation

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