I should of started this a long time ago. I sit here , divorced, single, and the happiest person. It wasn’t always that way.
When my ex-husband said he was moving out I was devastated. I soon realized that I wasn’t devasted over the loss of “him” I was losing the idea of what I thought I needed. I was raised to be a strong woman and that is exactly what I am.
Don’t get me wrong I loved my ex, but I also allowed for things I wasn’t ok with to go on to keep him.
I want a partner in life and he sadly was just not it. We created a beautiful little boy together and I couldn’t be more proud of how my little man is growing up.
I would still love to have a partner one day but he, whomever he is has to be a good match for both of us.