It was March 17th, last year, when my husband Ricardo came to our bedroom to tell me these words: “I don’t love you anymore, and I want the divorce.” I remember myself thinking — “Ops! What is he talking? Oh fuck!”. So my brain did it all in two seconds to put some words in my mouth, so I asked him, “Umm, Why?” — painful but a needed question.
I say for sure that I wouldn't be so happy today if I hadn't gone through a divorce in 2019 when my ex-husband gave me the precious information -"I don't love you anymore, beauty. Let's divorce." I'm not saying that my divorce was delightful, but after a year and a few months, I feel happier than before. I understand that it doesn't happen in the same way for everyone, and many people take longer to recover from the shock divorce can bring. I know how hard it is to hold that tear or that dry lump in the throat. Divorced people want only a hug and two open ears to hear all the marriage stories they have to tell. Divorced in suffering want only five or six hours o your day for you to hear all the whining of divorce and the additional traumas of being kicked in the ass. Is it too much to ask a friend for some hours, maybe days, talking the same thing over and over?
I appreciate what you are saying, but I think we need to clarify something here.
I don't need your permission to live a happy life life.
He will never let me write.
It's 3:54 in the morning and my eyes burn. A salty tear spreads across the crease in my lips. My face drips on my pillow wedged under my head as I type the words, "He will never let me write."
Seeing the person you love the most, left in a blink of an eye to be with someone who he never stopped loving. You’re head is spinning; you start to break down and wonder, where did it go wrong? Looking back at all the wonderful times you both shared together, was it even real? How can you compete with his first love? You try your best to fight for your family but in the end you move on forward.
The first time I ever danced with my husband was at his mother’s wedding nearly twenty years ago. I think it was number six out of eight, and that in itself should have been a red flag except that her faith and optimism made it almost admirable. I was so terribly blind that I could only see him and feel the magnetic pull of gravity that lingered between us. Little did I know that the gravitational pull was the same as that of the Death Star in all of the Star Wars movies. . . the large space station command center for the forces of evil and destruction that locks on its targets and pulls them to their death.
It all started when I was spending a few days with my in laws and sister in laws family. It was a good week spending with them and getting out of all the congestion and craziness of being in the city. My husband at the time was out of town working and had been gone for a few weeks already, we had recently talked about trying to work on our marriage and I admitted to him that I know I had been putting all my focus and energy on to our baby.
Six months ago, if I were to guess what horrible aspects of teenage life could come back to haunt me in my 30’s, having a nasty rumour spread about me would have been the last thing on that list.
Chapter 1: Maryann
Maryann waited impatiently for her dad to answer the phone, after the 5th ring or so the answering machine came on and she hung up feeling only slightly deflated. She had just received some of the best news in years and couldn’t wait to share it with the one person who would be proud of her. As she stood up to head to the kitchen, her cell phone vibrated. The screen brought back the smile that had momentarily been absent from her face.
I just wanna know if any women or men go through these type of problems after parting ways with a not so sane ex that I am currently dealing with. I have been divorced now for almost 4 years but my ex refuse to let me go. I’m gonna start this from the beginning of our end.
I feel lost every day. I am still waiting to find myself after divorce and this period of uncertainty. I have all these boxes to sort through. I discover a different piece of the puzzle of my old life every time I sort though a box. I have no motivation to complete this task . It is difficult to see old things in a new place. I have all of the family photos. I guess he did not want to keep any around for a reminder. It hurts finding photos of us together. There were such high hopes of the future together. It was not meant to be.
Shelley has been through many hardships in her life but divorce has to be one of the hardest things that she has ever dealt with. Now we all know what divorce means but according to the dictionary it means to separate or disassociate someone or something.