Updated: Mar 25, 2020
I want to journey through it and share with you—right now—from a well of emotion and pain, that I can’t access again as I heal. That realness, that rawness was missing when I sought answers. When I found stories of triumph, I understood the triumph, but I needed to know: how did she do it? What did it look like? What did it sound like? Did she have the same negative thoughts I was having? That's what I needed to hear.
I don’t have all the answers. But we can find them together if you walk with me on this second adventure. I’m still healing and growing. Some days I can laugh about it all. Other days I just can’t.
Life is moving forward. The tears still come and the betrayal is real. As it stands, my daughter says I'm dead to her, my husband doesn't speak to me kindly, and I've got Boo Boo Kitty in my life (for a minute). But I’m on the road to the Land of Milk and Honey.
I’m pursuing the woman I’ve always wanted to be, and though bittersweet, it is rewarding. I am becoming a self that will look back and say:
Divorce? Pain? Boo Boo Kitty? What—and who—was that?