While writing my last blog and saying something about Nina being 19 years and 1 week old, I realized that today was the ten year anniversary of Charlie waking me up, telling me he was in love with another woman, and walking out the door. For good.
Today is the anniversary of my plummet to the depths of confusion, self-doubt, and -I hate to say it- despair.
Or at least that was what I thought.........
In hindsight, today is the 10 year anniversary of the Beginning of Me. Me without someone telling me what to do. Me not feeling "less than" or "not good enough" all the time. Me making my own decisions, being responsible for my own life.
Divorce happens to lots of people. It's a trauma, a life-changing moment, frequently a time of grief.
But that's not all it is.
With every goodbye, there is a hello.
Happy Anniversary to Me!