Even though I felt very alone in my marriage near the end, I wasn't physically alone. The moment my husband moved out, it suddenly struck me that I was now officially "alone". I was a single mother of 3. I felt the weight of the world originally on my shoulders in that instant. I wanted primary custody of my kids because they are my world. I wouldn't have had things any other way, but that instant responsibility hit me like a pile of bricks. I remember watching a lot of movies during the time that I came to this realization about mothers, divorce, responsibilities. Almost seeking out any answers, or enthusiasm for the idea. I wasn't glamourous, as some single moms seemed to be in the movies. I wasn't depressed, like others were betrayed. I was hopeful, and feeling as though I needed to prove myself. I wanted more, and better for them... and for me. I felt like during my first few weeks of being a single mom, I was transitioning everything. I d...
Standing at the alter saying my wedding vows, I never would’ve imagined my marriage would fall apart 15 years later. I don’t anyone goes into marriage thinking they will be divorced in the future. But, I honestly never thought it would be me. Not only am I officially divorced, but I’m 40! You heard me. 40 If you haven’t guessed it I’m completely in denial of this fact. It feels like a bad dream I will wake up from. My friends nod politely and say 40’s the new 30. This is a load of crap! I’m 40, divorced, and a mother of 3 children. I was in a relationship for half my life, and suddenly am no longer. It’s scary, exciting, sad, happy, hopeful, and terribly hard. If your still reading this, I invite you along for the journey. I’m here to share it all, and wish I had someone to follow on the same path. I’m used to being the fighter that breaks through to the other side, and this is no different. Come along, and follow my journey for better or worse. XOX Veronica ...