The Summer I Got Divorced
The best things are never planned by us.
lot can change in a year or even down to a minute.
Like for instance one minute you’re talking about where you’re planning to put the Christmas tree this year and the very next thing he says is “I’m sorry but we need to divorce.”
Life has never failed to make me fall flat on my face; many times I have eaten the pavement I once walked only to get back up and start again. I’ve cried and begged the stars many times for a different hand to be dealt to me but past few months have taught me how to play those cards much like a shark in a dim lit bar.
I truly believe that what is meant for you will keep calling and that sometimes it looks like a door being slammed in your face. I hate those doors and have tried many ways to pick myself through them. Each time I fail I quickly learn why those doors locked when I inevitably enter the one intended for me.
Perspective is everything and so, I don’t have the time or the energy to sit around and cry about it. I’ve paid my dues in the form of using up an entire Kleenex box and best friend hugs and cocktails on a Tuesday night.
So here I am 2026, surprised once again.
Except this time I’m shockingly happy to be free to write my next chapter. I know my audience now and it’s me.
Cheers. Maybe I’ll write some even better stuff. The memoir stays twisting, don’t it?