Life After Divorce

It’s pretty interesting now that I get to call myself a divorcé. I’ve gotten use to it quickly. In the beginning it was bitter sweet, but it’s totally worth it for the amount of peace of mind. Not being married to him was exactly what I needed. Being in a toxic and abusive relationship wears you down. I spent most of my marriage trying to save it, that I didn’t even realize it was doing more damage to me. Damage to myself esteem, to my value as a woman, to my psyche. I finally realized that he was no longer worth it. It was hard to come to that conclusion, but I had to come to grips that it takes two to maintain a marriage. It takes two to work, grow and love. And knowing that I was the only one in it, it was a reality check. I’ve forgiven him for everything and now that all is said and done he’s still apart of my life for the sake of our son. And even that in and of itself is a burden. But all of our choices have a domino effect. I remain positive and optimistic that this next chapter is only the beginning of the amazing life that is me.