Life After Divorce.
I have finally reached the point in my life where I no longer feel nauseated. I don't feel sick to my stomach at the thought of my failed marriage, vomit doesn't well up in my throat when seeing my, soon to be, ex-husband is unavoidable. I no longer cry uncontrollably late at night mourning all the memories that will never be. I lost the need to scroll through social media looking at pictures of the other woman who seemed blissfully happy destroying my marriage and life as I knew it. I stopped reading old texts, I stopped thinking about painful things first thing in the morning and last thing at night. I stopped wondering if he missed me and I stopped hoping she was miserable.
I survived the hurricane of infidelity and divorce.
The drug that cured me; time and willpower.
I'm not oversimplifying one of life's most complex and brutal moments, however, sometimes the easiest answers hold the most truth. I dug my heels in the sand and I stayed busy until enough days passed that all the bullshit broke away and the only thing left standing was Veronika.
I'm back. Thanks for waiting on me. I can't wait to share with you.