For too many years I had a clear plan for my life: raise my kids, work at my design job, take an annual Caribbean winter vacation and retire one day with my husband in Florida. It didn’t matter that this future neither challenged nor excited me and that I was brutally unhappy. It was just the way it was.
Then, in 2012, after 25 years together, my husband left me. At the age of 43, I thought my life was over.
But (spoiler alert!) it wasn’t the end of my life. Eventually the pain gave way to the truth; my now ex-husband was right to leave. He made the choice that I was too scared to make and saved us both from a lifetime of misery.
Now here I am, five years later, living an extraordinary life. It’s been a long journey to this point, full of anguish and tears (and some really good meds!), but also full of wonder and possibility. During the dark days, I never could have imagined that one day I would be travelling the world, writing a blog and married again – this time to the love of my life. Yet, here I am.
Although I can’t go back in time to reassure my terrified and broken self, I can tell anyone else who is currently in the valley of divorce pain that things are unfolding as they should. That the excruciating pain you are feeling is not of death but of birth. You are birthing your second (maybe third?) act. And it is better than anything you have ever dreamed of.
– Kimberly, writer, traveller, blogger, decorator, storyteller and worshipper in the holy church of Bruce Springsteen >> learn more