My divorce has been final for five years (and two days). I, being me, have spent some serious time reflecting during my divorsersary. (It’s my blog. I can make up words). The traditional five-year anniversary element is wood, but I haven’t seen any of that in a while, so let’s make it chocolate instead. After twenty years of marriage, I’m not sure why I expected that divorce would be a blissful journey to independence. There have, of course, been moments of bliss, but they were rare in years one and two. They did begin to show their pretty little faces in years three and four. In year five, however, I learned this: Bliss is mine for the taking. It was always there, waiting for me to be ready. That’s not all I learned, though. In fact, here is what I know today about my self and about surviving (and embracing) divorce and single motherhood:
- I always believed I was a thinker, trying to be a feeler. Then I thought I was a feeler who intellectualized to cope with pain. Today, I am a woman who trusts her heart, and uses her brain.
- Life hurts really fucking bad sometimes.
- Wine (see #2)
- The devil really IS in the details, but so is God.
- I am not invisible.
- I am stronger than I thought. Strength looks way different than I expected.
- I am more sensitive and vulnerable than I thought. And I’m okay with that.
- I am happy now that I was a bookworm in high school while my friends were eating at Chili’s with their boyfriends. Dating is overrated. Books are orgasmically good.
- I am a member of a community.
- The middle of the bed feels AMAZING!
- I can (and will) do anything to put food on the table. On a related note, Pinot Grigio is three bucks a bottle at Trader Joe’s.
- I’m a bad-ass ninja warrior.
- My kids are evidence that love is a good thing, and also proof that I know how to do it. So take that, Tinder a-holes.
I will stop at a baker’s dozen. It works for donuts, right?
In Truth and Love,