Healing After My Divorce
My Journey Makes Perfect Sense
The Signs Were There All-Along
To even think and speak the “d” word brings great discomfort and painful memories. Knowing and having to accept the truth that I too contributed in some way to the failure of my marriage isn’t an easy pill to always swallow.
Being a person who values the importance of self-development, one can embrace the idea and concept that every relationship takes two to tango, two to rise and two to fall as well, and the reality that I too must have areas of improvement that fell short, contributing to the breakdown and ultimate breakup is now easier to accept that it was once for me.
However, it became time to accept my reality and the outcomes of where we are now, having children in the experience and managing my own emotions, the children’s own desires, and concerns become a great challenge. This is where I go silent, go within and all the emotions come flooding back.
All my regrets, all my anger, all my fears, and even all my thoughts of living in the future inside of this relationship, and escaping my present reality at times where I feared that my children would turn out to be angry at me, was all it took to take me into a mountain of anxiety.
