Two Year Divorcesary

It’s never what you want. Or how you picture your life. At least, I certainly didn’t. But I got to a point where I knew I was betraying myself by staying in a marriage that was really bad for me. It’s no one’s fault. People grow and change. I wanted so badly to keep my family together—I tried everything I could think of. 

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In the end, it just wasn’t meant to be. I was incredibly unhappy and it showed in all areas of my life.

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Today marks two years to the day that I was officially divorced. 2.5 since we separated. As hard and gut wrenching as it has been at times, I’ve finally found myself. I was always there, but I was drowning in everyone’s expectations and beliefs about me. Now, I live better and happier. I am present and right h.e.r.e because I choose to be, not because I’m being forced, guilted or shamed into it. 

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Divorce isn’t something you’re supposed to show off, or brag about. But as one of the biggest hurdles I’ve faced in my life, I am overcome with relief and joy today. And grateful I was brave enough to make the decision that was right for me.

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This photo was taken over two years ago, amidst the divorce process. When I felt like the cruelty of it would never end. I’d have never dared to post it then. 

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But here I am. July 8th, 2021.

Neeeearly 41. Divorced. Mother to the two most amazing and beautiful children. Dating the man of my (literal) dreams, who supports my growth and change in any shape it comes in, and I am h.a.p.p.y. 💕