Sometimes I close my eyes at night and imagine a life that was once
simple to me; you know familiar and uncomplicated. I was happy and had everything I had ever
wanted (or so I thought.) I just assumed that my ex-husband was happy also
(notice I say ex). I laugh now and shake my head, because there was nothing
happy about my life; other than the simplicity of it.
Once I recovered from what at the time seemed like a catastrophic event
(my life crumbling before me) not to mention being constantly reminded that I
was now alone; I knew starting over was not going to be easy. But let’s face
it; nothing in life ever seems to be easy, well at least not to me.
I could vent for hours about How my ex-husband destroyed my life and
feel sorry for myself; you know all that " Why me? What did I do to
deserve this?" And to be honest, in the beginning that was how I responded
to his request for a divorce, but who wouldn't?
It is human nature to want to be loved and cared for, and when all you
know is being ripped from your grasp, you crawl under a rock and hide from the
world or you start over and open your eyes to the world that you have been
forbidden to explore.
Don’t get me wrong, though at the time it felt like I was the only women
in the world going through such a life shattering event, I quickly found out
that I am not the only women on this planet that thought her husband
(ex-husband) was the man of my dreams, my knight in shining armor, the first
and only man to ever touch me; you know, the whole package: high school
sweethearts get married, have a family and live happily ever after. Yup, that
same man that I adored is also the same fucken dirt bag that ripped out my
heart and stepped on it like an annoying fly bussing around his head.
My name is Kate and this my adventure.
