Ten months after the fact, I have come to realize that the events of the past year for in fact for the better. On the night my husband left me, my mother told me that it is during the process of divorce that you learn who your true friends are. These words of wisdom are what carried me through the next couple of months. Her words sung true, an little by little my friends came out of the woodwork. In January, I gathered all of the strength that I could muster, and contacted a friend from my college days that I was not able to talk to during my marriage due to some drama caused by my ex-husband. My friend and I quickly rekindled our friendship, as though we never left off, and decided to take things further in the form of a relationship. The relationship has been amazing.
Tom has taught me to trust and love again. He has always played a supportive role in my life, now he gets to play that role as my boyfriend. In the next couple of days, I'm going to pack up my life in the back of my car, say goodbye to New England, and start my life over in Kansas City with Tom at my side. After my attempt to live a life of butterflies and rainbows failed miserably, I have been given the rare second chance to start over and try again. Only this time, I'm living for me.

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