The day I woke up

I’ll never for get this day. It was the day I realized my life of denial was over. Reality was around the corner.  The date was January 12, 2016. I had lived years of depression and anxiety without even knowing it. My husband lied on a daily basis. I could never really prove his lies and deceit. I didn’t even recognize his emotional abuse. On this particular day, I had found solid evidence of my husband’s extramarital affair. This wasn’t his only one. I was sure of it. But I had a sense of relief knowing that, perhaps after all, I wasn’t a crazy, distrusting, wife. My husband was in bed, intoxicated, and watching one of his typical sleazy shows. I handed him my evidence. He looked at the exchanges between himself and his affair partner and laughed. He calmly handed the device back to me laughing once more. I was shocked at his reaction, but even more shocked at my own. Normally, I would yell, throw a pillow, or find some other way to hurt him like he had me. This time, I didn’t. I didn’t even cry that night. I didn’t sleep. I was up all night. The next day he shut his location services off on his phone and blocked my phone calls. This is my divorce story and my road to happiness. Today, I can happily say that I no longer have depression or anxiety. I have zero dollars in my bank account. But I have two happy daughters and food in the fridge. Life is good.

Im ready to share my story in its entirety. I’ve done extremely desperate and shameful things. Somehow, allowing the world to see all of this helps me. I hid my life for years. It’s time for me to let it out. And forgive myself and him.

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