December 18th, 2021

Hello Friends. It’s been a long time. I’m officially 8 months in from deciding to separate from my husband. It’s been quite a journey. This month I’m going to talk about my relationship status. That’s right, your girl has met someone. 

That moment you change your Facebook relationship status, your whole life changes.  I made the conscious decision to not change mine to Single because technically I’m still married but I also didn’t want everyone to know my business so I decided not to change it to Separated. So I have no status. I just leave it up to the imagination.  Wouldn’t you know that my inbox began to flood with questions from people about whether or not I was still with my husband?  I guess it was obvious when I removed all of his photos from my page.  All of a sudden Men are sending 👍thumbs-ups, ❤hearts, and even the 😮wow emojis on my photos.  Here I was thinking I was some dried-up 40 year old who lost her mojo. Sadly, I allowed a man to make me feel so little about myself that I actually thought that I was unattractive. According to my Facebook following, I’m sexy and hot🔥. I decided to embrace this.  A friend of mine is a photographer and asked me to be an amateur model to help him market his work. I’ve been able to play dress up, have fun, and rebuild my self-esteem.  For the first time in a long time, I feel beautiful and confident.  

During this time, I’ve taken the opportunity to make new friends, reconnect with old friends, and go on a few dates. It’s been quite an exciting journey.  I’ve talked to a lot of people who said they hate dating because there’s so much pressure and stress.  I can tell you, I never felt that way.  I think if you go into the dating world with no expectations and an open mind, you will have better success.  Most of it was like speed dating.  A message here, a message there, small talk, and then done✔.  I exchanged numbers with a few but after talking with them realized we had nothing in common.  I hung out and grabbed breakfast or dinner and drinks🍻 with a few but there was no chemistry.  And then there was 1, an ex-co-worker.  We first met 4 years ago.  I was a new employee and we were both “happily married”.  There was never any flirting, we barely even talked other than good morning.  Not long after that he put in his notice and left to start a new job.  We remained Facebook friends but truthfully, I don’t remember us ever interacting.  And then I changed my relationship status.  He stuck out like a sore thumb.  Most Men would send me messages telling me how beautiful I was or “Hearting” my photos.  But he “Wowed” all of my photos.  I honestly didn’t know how to feel about it.

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After about a month of this, I decided to message him on messenger.  I asked him if he was just going to “wow” my photos and not actually speak to me.  He was surprised that I reached out to him.  He said he figured I was dating someone based on all of the attention I was getting.  We messaged for the next 2 hours, just catching up.  He told me how his marriage failed and they divorced at the end of 2020.  We talked about work, old co-workers, and dating.  The next night I gave him my phone number and we began talking on the phone.  We talked for hours. He was funny, kind, and adventurous.  We had a lot in common.  We spent the rest of the week talking daily.  Finally, we decided to hang out for the first time.  He owns several motorcycles.  I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle before, if anything I’ve always been against motorcycles.  My Mom’s sister was killed on one when she was 17 and it was forbidden for us to ever get on one.  But, seeing how I’m in my rebel stage, I said yes when he asked if I wanted to go for a ride. It was liberating and freeing.  Afterward we went for margaritas and Mexican.  At the end of the night, he asked if he could kiss me.  I let him.  I can’t say there was instant chemistry, but there was definitely an instant bond.  It was the best time I’ve had since hanging out with my best friend after my first divorce.  The only difference is that back then I was too stupid to realize that initial chemistry is not important and decided to hook up with his friend (my current husband that I’m separated from).  This time I decided to take a chance on the “Good Guy” with potential friendship vibes.

Here it is 3 months later and I don’t regret taking that chance and going on a second date.  This Man is amazing.  We have become fast friends.  We have real-life conversations.  We get along great.  We stay up all night talking, laughing, and watching movies.  He’s there when I need him. He’s incredibly hard-working and handy.  He’s respectful, honest, and loyal.  He cares about my feelings.  The chemistry is growing, but for once, it’s not the most important thing. For the first time in a long time, I feel safe and secure.  We both love to travel and have planned our first trip together for the week after Christmas.  It’s an exciting time in my life.  After my separation, I prayed and told God that I was looking for a companion.  I think my prayer has been answered.

Stay tuned…….

November 10th, 2021

It’s now been 7 months since I decided to separate from my husband. Last month would have been 11 years married. Surprisingly, that day came and passed with very little feelings at all. No one goes into a marriage expecting it to fail, but some marriages are not meant to last.

***Caution*** If you or someone you know is in a toxic relationship, I would advise you to step away from it long enough to find out if it’s safe enough to re-enter. If you find yourself feeling better, stronger, and healthier; I would question if it’s worth going back. I know now, that mine is not. Now that I’m on the downslope of my separation, I will share all of the things that have helped me so far in making that decision and assisted in my healing journey:

Having a good therapist to help me navigate this process has been crucial.
All of the feelings and emotions, from sadness to anger to uncertainty and happiness.
At times it has been scary. I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have a professional to help me make sense of all that has happened.

I don’t know what I would do without all of my friends and family members that have been there for me. The shoulders I’ve leaned on, the late night phone calls when I couldn’t sleep. The people who were there to help cheer me up. I had one friend who talked to me on snapchat using those funny little filters. We laughed so hard that night until I cried tears of joy. The outpour of love that I have received on social media. People
checking in on me and praying daily. My co-workers who have become my second family and constantly provide words of wisdom. I will forever be grateful.

I have read countless books. Books about divorce, separation, dating, healthy vs unhealthy relationship, parenting, red flags, boundaries, self love, intimacy, and domestic violence. Knowing where you came from, where you were, how you got there, where you are now, and how to get to where you need to be. I’m learning how to make healthier choices and changes for the future. The most beneficial books that I’ve read are:

  1. “The 5 Love Languages” by Gary Chapman,
  2. “RELATIONSHIP RED FLAGS: Domestic Violence, Dating Abuse,
    Pathological Bonds, Toxic Partners & More Decoded (Relationship Literacy Series Book 1″, by Anna Moss,
  3. “4 Essential Keys to Effective Communication in Love, Life, Work–Anywhere!: A How-To Guide for Practicing the Empathic Listening, Speaking, and Dialogue Skills to Achieve Relationship Success”, by Bento C. Leall III,
  4. “Mindful Relationships” (4 book series) by Amy White
  5. The “Boundaries” books by Henry Cloud

I’m learning to ask God for help and wait for him to answer. I recommend the Holy Bible App. It’s available on your cell phone. My top 5 daily reading plans (with bible verses and daily devotions)include:

1. Self Worth,

2. Proverbs 31,

3. Betrayal,

4. Forgiveness,

5. Anger,

My top 3 podcasts that have helped me with this healing process have been:

1. “The Narcissists’ Code by Lee Hammock,

2. “The Naked Marriage” with Dave and Ashley Willis,

3. “Betrayal Trauma Recovery” by Anne Blythe.

The top 10 songs that have helped me get through this break up include:
1. “Traitor” by Olivia Rodrigo,

2. “We’re Good” by Dua Lipa,

3. “Happier than Ever” by Billie Eilish,

4. “Part of Me” Katy Perry,
5. “Praying” by Kesha,

6. “Bird Set Free” by Sia,

7. “I Don’t Think About You” by Kelly Clarkson,

8. “Heartbreak Anthem” by Galantis,

9. “Good as Hell” by Lizzo, and

10. “IDGAF” by Dua Lipa.

I started an Instagram page in which I talk about toxic relationships and betrayal trauma. 3 benefits of posting on Instagram:

  1. I have connected with multiple Therapists, Counselors, victims, and survivors.
  2. I’ve been able to post others stories anonymously, which helps spread awareness in reference to toxic relationships while protecting the victims and perpetrators identities.
  3. I’m blessed to report that I have 310 followers and my page continues to grow daily.

Self Image:

It’s a confidence booster and helps me learn to feel beautiful in my own skin.

I’ve turned it into a family affair. I bring my teenage daughters and they have the opportunity to help me dress and give ideas of how to pose.

It’s been a way to express myself through art and be a representation of the Artists work.

My Blog:

Lastly, this Blog. No one else may read it. But at least I will have it to look back on and see the progress and just how far I came. You see, the day I decided to leave my unhealthy marriage, was one of the worst days of my life. I left my house after an argument with my husband and headed to work, knowing that there was no way I would be able to function. But I had no where else to go. My home was no longer a safe place to be. I pulled over on the side of the road as I fought through a panic attack and contemplated calling an ambulance to take me to the Emergency Room. Instead I called my supervisor because I didn’t want to just not show up to work. She kindly asked me where I was and drove to me. She listened to me and helped calm me that day. I know I’ve never been the type to contemplate suicide but I had definitely reached the point of not wanting to live another day in my current life. It was him or me, and I chose me. Today I’m healthy and happy again and I’ve had nothing but blessings come my way.

I thank God everyday for my life!

October 4th, 2021


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Just like always, my ex has once again outdone himself with the special occasions.  He was always great at remembering special dates, picking the right card, treats, etc. He really knew how to make me feel special on a special day.  If only he put that much effort into ordinary days. Here it is exactly 2.5 months from the last time that he reached out to me (If you're just tuning in, look back at July 29th's blog post).  July 13th was our 14th Anniversary of when we first met.  He surprised me that day with a text message telling me how much he missed his family and still loved us, after our separation. He said he still wanted to be friends.  However, he never followed through with an explanation or an action plan of making that happen.  Instead he refused to go to my oldest daughters (who he has raised for the last 14 years) 16th Birthday party, rarely takes advantage of his visitation with our girls, and rarely communicates or co-parents with me. It's very confusing, hurtful, and just doesn't make any sense.  But, why would I expect anything different. This is what he did during our 14 year relationship and marriage. His actions never backed up his words.

The other day I met him at my job to exchange custody of our youngest child. I got out of the car and began to walk with her towards his vehicle. He got out of his car and walked towards me. He took the items out of my hand and hugged me. I was surprised. I didn’t want to be rude, so I hugged him back. He then proceeded to pull me closer and hold me tighter. I tried to pull away but he held me tighter. I don’t know how else to explain it but he hugged me like I had just told him I was dying and it would be the last time he would ever see me. I asked him why he was hugging me? I don’t remember exactly what he said but I do remember him asking me if I was o.k.? I said I was. I explained to him that it was weird that he was hugging me. He finally pulled away and continued to ask me how work was going? I told him fine. He continued with small talk, something he never did. He was never really one to ask me how I was feeling or doing.

I hugged and kissed our daughter, told her goodbye, got into my car and drove into the gated area of my workplace. I was in shock. What the hell was that? What just happened?

Later on that night I received a text from him. Another big surprise. It said that the reason he hugged me was because he really missed me and the kids. He explained that a few months separated from each other was not going to erase the 14 years that we spent together. He said he still loved me and missed our friendship. What? Who was this guy? I don’t mean to sound heartless, but what friendship? We had spent the last few years fighting about everything. We couldn’t have sex, watch a movie/show, go out to eat, or go on a family trip without having a heated argument. Not to mention it had gotten to the point that I basically had to beg him to spend time with me or to have a conversation with me without a Therapist mediating. We started the Therapy after I became suspicious he was seeing someone else and found out that he was having an emotional affair/friendship with another Woman. Just like now, he was given the opportunity to have a family and friendship with his wife and kids but didn’t make the effort to do so. Not to mention he lied about not ending that friendship. That’s why I made the decision to separate.

“You’re telling me the things I want to hear, but you’re not showing me the things I want to see.”

I am no longer a fool and know better than to give my time and energy to someone who has proven over and over again that they are unwilling to respect me. Someone who continues to take advantage of what they can get from the relationship while putting in little to no effort in return. So excuse me for not buying his bullshit or giving him the benefit of the doubt this time. But, I kindly asked him to tell me what is was that he missed about our friendship that he was wanting again. He said he wanted us to still get together as a family and do family activities. Ummmm… what? We’re not a family, anymore. Oh my God!! My head hurts. Here he goes again playing mind games when I was doing so well. Here he is trying to pull me back into the toxic cycle. This time I responded with- “You’re not being very forthcoming with your expectations. Therefore, I’m going to continue with moving on with my life. However, I am willing to go back to the Marriage Therapist for the purposes of navigating Co-Parenting, because it sounds like that is what you are asking for. Just let me know if that works for you?” He replied with a thumbs up and the words- OK. I already know he has no plans to schedule that appointment.

I still continue to give my ex every opportunity to prove that what he says is what he means. However, he continues to fill my head with these wonderful words and mixed messages of wanting to be a family again. He has yet to make any effort to follow through with what he says and then goes months without communicating again. Why do I continue to respond or even entertain his words you may ask? Because, at the end of the day I want to be able to say that I gave him every opportunity to change, before filling for divorce. But, as I explained to him, I have no plans to put my life on hold and wait for him to decide if he wants to be a part of a family or just have a family on standby when it’s convenient for him. I want to be apart of something real. I’m moving on. My girls and I deserve to have consistency.

September 11th, 2021


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It’s been 13 years since my last tattoo. I’ve always been the type of person to put a lot of thought and research into what I put on my body. I mean, it’s permanent. It can’t just be anything and it has to be unique. So, why today? The truth is, I didn’t choose today. It chose me. I messaged the tattoo artist and this was the first available day they had. I don’t believe in superstitions, I believe in God. What did I get? I got a tattoo of a butterfly. Why? Some say that a butterfly represents transformation and rebirth. That is what I’m doing isn’t, it? Rebuilding myself. Transforming into a new, improved, better version of myself.

During my last therapy session, we discussed how well I’m doing. I’m happy, I’m losing weight, working out, blogging, inspiring other women, developing new and healthy relationships, and advancing in my career. What else could a girl ask for? On the outside, it looks like I’m confident and secure. For the most part, I am, but honestly, most of the confidence and security I feel comes from other people. I could do my best to fill my life with only people that speak life into me and encourage me, but that’s only half the battle. The inner battle of believing in myself is what should count the most.

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So, how does one transition into a butterfly?

  1. Encourage yourself. Tell yourself you’re doing a great job. You got this! You’re a Rock Star.
  2. See your true beauty. Look at yourself in the mirror, take more pictures. Dress up, fix your hair, put on make-up, paint your nails. Do it all, for yourself.
  3. Speak words of affirmations to yourself. Memorize bible verses. Remember how you talk to yourself, is how you will allow someone else talk to you.
  4. Lastly, trust and believe in yourself. Be confident in the decisions that you make.


Putting it into practice

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“Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.”  Albert Einstein

What have I learned since my last post?  During my last therapy session, my Therapist and I discussed why it is I keep finding myself in unhealthy and unfulfilling relationships.  She shared with me a poem called There’s a Hole in My Sidewalk by Portia Nelson”.   

None of us is perfect. Some of us are a product of our environment. We may have learned things from our parents while we were growing up or may have experienced a traumatic event that was beyond our control. We may not even know that what we have learned or what was done to us was wrong or unhealthy. But, once we learn that there is a better, healthier way of doing things, it is up to us to make the change. It may not be easy but it can be done. The Author of the poem talks about someone walking down the street and repeatedly falling into a hole in the sidewalk. The person has been doing it so long unconsciously that it has become a habit. They soon realize that what they are doing is unhealthy and therefore they can no longer claim ignorance. With some hard work and effort they eventually learn to walk around the hole and finally they walk down a different street entirely. Ultimately mastering this new skill and ridding their self from this unhealthy habit all together. We all have the power to change our own destiny.

Time to rebuild my life

You could say I’m me rebuilding my life. With the help of my Therapist I have been able to learn how to build happy, healthy relationships with happy, healthy people. After the separation from my husband, I realized I didn’t really have any friends or a support system. My Therapist and I discussed how I needed to start dating.  No, I don’t mean dating in the terms of finding a new boyfriend/Man.  But applying my newfound skills that I’m learning to building meaningful non- intimate relationships. Meeting new people, male or female and seeing if they are reliable, trustworthy people that I can lean on for support and enjoy spending time with.

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Making new friends

How does one make new friends? 

First thing I did was start attending church again. Church small groups are a great way to get to know people. Some have groups for singles, single parents, divorcees etc. However, due to my crazy schedule, it’s hard for me to attend on a regular basis. But I’m working on this.  Second, I invited all my co-workers that work with me to my house for a get together.  Would you believe that not one of the 12 people I invited showed up? It’s o.k. I’ll just try this again at a later time. I was able to get together with female co-worker for drinks and appetizers and I’ve made plans to get a pedicure with another female co-worker on Tuesday. Third, I tried the Facebook dating App. Here I’ve been able to meet Men who aren’t just there for relationships but also for chatting, friendships, or just getting together to do fun indoor and outdoor activities.

I like to call it a “Social Experiment”.  I would have never thought there were so many singles with in 40 miles of me. At this point I’m happy to say that I have made 3 solid connections. The first(we’ll call him Andrew) works in a similar line of work as I do and we cross paths from time to time. He also has two little girls. We went out for dinner one night and had an amazing time, talking for hours. We plan to meet for breakfast this morning. I’m excited. The second (we’ll call Brad) is new in town. I’m helping him with getting to know the area (i.e. real estate, restaurants, museums, etc.). We’ve made plans with some other people to go play music bingo and hiking at a park. The third (we will call Joe) lives near the beach. We both love dogs and share lots of photos and videos of our fur babies. We also share photos of our recent home projects. He’s doing multiple home renovation projects and shares his videos with me. We haven’t made any plans to meet up but I am enjoying messaging him on Facebook messenger getting to know him.  I’ve heard that Meetups is another great way to meet like minded people who enjoy indoor and outdoor activities but I haven’t explored this option yet.

I have so much more to learn.  I’m ready to try new things and meet new people. I’m ready to enjoy my life again!! The sky’s the limit.

July 29th, 2021

Disappointments Part 2of2

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The Beach Trip

My 2 daughters and my 16-year old’s best friend took a short girl’s trip to the beach a week ago. Of course, this trip was not without any issues. Story of my life. We stopped for breakfast on the way. The lady at the drive-thru handed me our drinks and I gracefully dropped the very large strawberry lemonade right down the front of me, and ice was puddled in the floorboard beneath the foot peddle of the car. And there was a line of cars behind me. The lady kindly gave me a rag to start soaking up the mess and fixed me another drink.  I carefully drove my car to the nearest parking space. My girls looked at me nervously and wide eyed, just waiting for me to lose it and have a meltdown. This was the first time that I had been on a trip without another adult, without my husband to help me with the kids.  The beach was always our thing, that we did as a family each year.  I was too emotionally exhausted to get angry or cry. I simply wiped up the mess and drove towards the beach. I was not going to let this ruin our trip.

We finally reached the beach and drove around for another 30 minutes looking for a parking space. My options were to pay $20 to park across the street in the parking deck and walk with the heavy cooler, pay $10 for 2.5 hours of maximum parking time, pack everything and everything up and move again, or pay $40 for all day parking right off the beach.  Now I remember what was so great about the extra help or a man to do the heavy lifting. So, I paid the $40. That hurt because I’m a thrifty spender but again, at this point, I just didn’t care.

The waves were huge because a hurricane had hit 3 days before.  The shells were monstrous, plentiful, and fully intact. I’ve never seen anything like it. After about an hour of picking shells, I sat down in my chair to relax and listen to music on my phone. That’s when I say it,” the text” …From My husband. It simply stated in so many words that he missed us, all of us. That he knew we had a troubled marriage, but he still loved me and no matter what we were always going to be his family and one day he hoped we could be friends. I was stunned. It had been almost 2.5 months of either silent treatment, no contact, or just angry/resentful behavior from him; and now this. Why now? Was it because we were at the beach? Did it seem like we were moving on without him? The thoughts raced through my head. I read it at least 5 more times before responding. I texted him and reminded him that this was a separation. A time for us to work on ourselves as individuals and try to become two healthy, whole, healed people. I explained to him that more than anything I wished we could be a family but we both had to be willing to go to therapy and work. I told him if he was ready and willing to do that, I would go. But there was no response from him.

The beach trip was exactly what we needed. A fun, girls’ trip. Some one on one “family” time. When we got back, we began preparing for my daughters sweet 16 party which was only 3 days away. Friday evening, we decorated the venue. I thought about what my husband had texted me.  So, I made the effort to show him that we were still open to being a family.  I texted him to remind him of the time of the event and the address to the venue. But he texted me back that he would not be attending. He also sent our 16-year-old a message apologizing to her and telling her that he was not going to be attending. He promised to make it up to her. She came to me crying and showed me the text. You see, my husband came into our lives when my son was 5 years old, and my daughter was 2. He had raised my children for the past 14 years. Their biological father was in the military and although he was involved in their lives, he lived out of the country or on the other side of the country and absent. I felt for her.  He had broken her heart. How do you explain to a 16-year-old that the man who had raised her and she looked up to as a Father for her entire life was not going to show up for her on such a special day? I realized that the text message he sent me about us always being his “family” was just another empty promise. He was still only thinking about himself and his feelings.

The Epiphany


A few days later, I had a Therapy appointment.  I was able to talk to my Therapist about all that had happened. I asked her opinion about what that text message from my husband may have meant. She explained to me that some people when they feel that their significant other is moving on, will try to “regain some control” by reaching back out to them. This was confusing to me. Why would someone do that? What are they trying to accomplish with this? I asked her if she thought he meant any of it? She said that sometimes they do it because they mean it and sometimes, they do it to feed their own ego. Like saying, “She still loves me”.  I asked her what I was to do with this information? Do I still hope for change?  She simply said, “actions speak louder than words”. “What have his actions showed you”? That’s when I realized. Our entire marriage was full of either empty promises with no follow through or blatant refusal to do anything he didn’t want to do. There was very little action or wanting to make any sacrifices in our marriage. It was that moment that I realized and decided, I was done waiting for him to change. I had waisted too many years on hoping and waiting for him.

I’m ready to move on with my life.

July 25th, 2021

Disappointments Part 1 of 2

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I wish I could say it was an uneventful few weeks, but I guess I'm just not that lucky.  

It all started with my girls returning home from visiting family for the Summer.  I picked my oldest daughter up from the Airport. The next day I was supposed to meet my mother-in-law 3 hours away to pick up my youngest daughter. My Mom was supposed to meet me at 8 a.m. at my home and drive with me to pick up my daughter and we had planned to go shopping at Ikea which was nearby.  At the last minute, my mother-in- law called me to tell me she planned a trip to upstate N.Y. to visit family.  So, She asked if I could meet her at 8 a.m. instead of leaving at 8 a.m. (which meant I would leave around 4:30 a.m.). I felt like I had to say yes because we had already agreed to meet, and technically she was doing me a favor by bringing my daughter halfway instead of me driving the 6 hours to her home to pick her up.  So, I agreed.   

I called my mom to give her the news. She understandably explained to me that driving to my home at 4:30 a.m. was too early for her but told me to contact her when I got home and she would come to pick up the girls.  You see, I work the night shift so my parents are helping me by watching my girls now that my husband and I have separated.  I know, you're wondering, why can't he watch the kids?  Well, that's an entirely different conversation. So, later that night I was checking my email and realized that the new mattress that I had purchased was being delivered the next morning between 7 a.m. and 11 a.m. Talk about poor planning...Obviously, I can't be in 2 places at once so I had a small panic attack and did what any girl would do. I called my Mom. It did not go how I thought it would go. 

I called my Mom and asked if she would be willing to still drive to my house at 8 a.m. as planned so that she could be at my home when my mattress was delivered. She practically scolded me for not setting better boundaries. She told me that I should have told my Mother-in-Law that I was unable to meet her that early in the morning. I told her that I wouldn’t do that because my Mother-in-Law was doing me a favor by driving my daughter halfway to meet with me, so I felt like I should compromise with her. She then told me that I should call my husband and “tell” him that he needed to go pick up our daughter. I told her I was not going to do that either because he drove her all the way to his Mom’s house and it was my turn to bring her home. She then proceeded to criticize me for not asking for more in my separation agreement so that I wouldn’t be in a position where I had to ask for so much help from others. I was hurt. I cried and became angry with her. Finally, I just hung up on her. I began to pray and ask God for help.

“Man may let you down, but God can never fail. “It is better to trust in the LORD than to put confidence in man.” Psalms 118:8

I felt helpless. Like my support team was just falling apart and I had no one to lean on except myself. And then I remembered, this is not the first time that the people I loved and trusted the most had not been there for me when I needed them. There was nothing I could do about this. So, I pulled myself together. I decided to leave my 16-year-old daughter home the next morning for the mattress delivery. I woke up at 4:30 a.m. the next morning and drove the 3 hours to pick up my daughter. She was so excited to see me. And just like that, nothing else mattered. She and I had breakfast and we went shopping at Ikea as planned. Then we drove back home. I called my Mom when I got home and she came to pick the girls up at 4 p.m. that evening. I even bought her the glass jars from Ikea she wanted to put her spices in. However, when I gave them to her, she said, “Thanks, but you only got four”? “I needed more than that”.

I was done.

July 10th, 2021

Be Active Not Reactive

It has taken me almost three weeks to write this blog post.  I’ve typed the post three times and each time I deleted it.  I’m currently struggling with self-blame.  I’ve been working with my therapist on it.  She tells me that I need to learn to have self-compassion.  She keeps telling me that there’s nothing wrong with me.  I asked her if that was something that Therapists said to all their patients?  I asked her, if my husband was the one speaking to her and he asked if something was wrong with him, what would she say?  She told me that if she were treating both my husband and I, she would tell him that he needed to be more patient and kind with me and if he was unable to do that, he would need to rethink whether or not he should be in this relationship.  That made me feel better.  You see, my biggest regret in our 14 -year relationship was the way I reacted to my husband’s behavior.  Because, even though he did things and said things that were hurtful to me, I should have set better boundaries, I should not have allowed him to treat me the way that he did. I should not have allowed him to affect my emotions to the point that I would became reactive. 

This is my life.  And sharing it with others makes me feel vulnerable and it opens up the door to judgment and criticism.  This could either be helpful of devastating to my already damaged self- esteem.  But I’m doing it anyway.  I’m sharing my story so that others out there experiencing the same situation will not feel alone.  This post is about Emotional Reactivity and not giving others power over you.  If only I understood this earlier.  It probably still would not have saved my marriage, but it would have saved me the shame I feel for my own actions.

What is Emotional Reactivity?  It is an impulsive reaction to when we feel stressed, angry, or hurt.  Your body goes into a fight-or-flight state that can cause you to overreact emotionally.  It’s something that happens to all of us.  However, some struggle more than others (ie. Those with mental health disorders like Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Panic Disorder, and Personality Disorders).  These disorders also make it harder to control these reactions.  Some people may argue that people react this way to try to control other people.  I disagree.  At last in my experience, I felt like I was losing control and tried hard to regain control of my life that was being torn from me by the person I trusted the most. I explained to her that sometimes my husband would say to me, “you can’t make me do anything”. I would tell him, I don’t want to make you do anything, I just don’t understand why you say you want to be in this relationship but you don’t want to do any of the things that married people do. I offered her my example of what I was feeling when I was “being controlling”.

Let’s say you’re driving in a car with someone and they are speeding and driving recklessly.  You ask them why they are driving so fast.  They don’t answer you.  So, you ask them nicely to please slow down.  They refuse.  You now assertively tell them to stop the car and let you out. They tell you that it’s their car and you can’t “make them do anything”.  You know that you have no control over this situation, because they are the one driving the car.  But you want to get out of the car.  You are trying to re-gain control of your environment by not allowing the other person to hurt you.  So, now you react.  You yell, scream, fight.

I know what you’re thinking.  If someone made you feel this way, why on earth would you stay for 14 years?  Well, here’s a couple of reasons:

  1. It wasn’t always this way.  There were happy times.  Sometimes they lasted days, weeks, months, years.  But they never lasted.
  2. You have a strong religious faith and you believe in the vows that you took.  You don’t just give up on a marriage.  You fight for your marriage.  You do everything you can to make it work.  Even if it kills you.
  3. You’re embarrassed.  This is not your first marriage.  It’s your second.  If this fails, that means that something is wrong with you. So, you go to therapy and you work on yourself.  You know that you can do better.  You are determined to be the best person, mother, wife you can be.
  4. Your first husband left you. While you were pregnant at that. You didn’t even have a say so in the situation. You know what it’s like for someone to give up on you and not even give you the chance to work it out.
  5. Your significant other says things to you like, “I can’t believe you’re doing this to our family” or “I can’t believe your giving up on us”. They make you question the reasons you feel like they have hurt you and tell you that they are insignificant.  They make you doubt yourself and feel as if you’re going crazy.  And you start to believe it.
  6. It’s not easy to separate overnight.  You have a home, children, furniture, bills, bank accounts, cars, animals, etc. It’s difficult to just up and leave an unhealthy relationship.  How do you decide who leaves and who stays?  Who takes what or whom? Plus, the few times you did ask him to leave, he refused. He could care less about displacing his wife and three children, as long as he isn’t inconvenienced. And what are you going to do, call the Police on the Father of your child?

14 years later and no amount of medication, therapy, self help books, bible study, or podcasts have made a difference in the relationship. You are becoming more emotionally reactive.  You flip flop between extreme anger, uncontrollable crying out of frustration, caretaking (excessive pleasing and giving to keep the peace) and avoiding your significant other.  It’s trial and error.  You even flat out ask the him to just tell you how you can talk to them when you’re in a disagreement, but they are unwilling to navigate that either.  That’s when you realize, your Therapist is right.  There’s nothing wrong with you.  Yes, you are flawed but you realize it. You are trying to correct it, you are doing the work and making positive changes.  The problem is that you can’t argue with yourself and you can’t learn to affectively argue with someone who is not willing to also learn and do the work. Both people have to sacrifice, do the work, and make the changes.  

Now the pain, shame, and blame are settling in.  I realize now that by arguing and fighting with my husband, I was allowing him to continue his behavior.  I remember when I was a child, my Mom used to yell at my brother and I when she was angry. We never took her seriously, because she just made threats but she never actually followed through. However, we listened to my Father. He never raised his voice. He told us to stop one time and if we did it again, he would get the switch and whoop us. It’s the same concept. It’s like a parent who just keeps yelling at their child instead of giving them consequences for their behavior.  The child will never take them seriously because the parent only threatens, they never actually do anything about it.  I had no problems setting boundaries, but I would cave when my husband tested my boundaries. I should have stuck to my boundaries and followed up with consequences when he violated them.  If he continued to violate them, I should have separated myself from him and if that didn’t work, end the relationship.  Instead I suffered for years. It not only affected me but also my children. I should have lead by example and taught my children that it’s not healthy to stay in a toxic relationship.  It’s been a hard lesson to learn. All I can do is continue to work on healing. I don’t want to bring this into my my next relationship.  I just pray that I haven’t caused my children any permanent damage.

June 20th, 2021

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Today my husband stopped by to drop his keys and garage door opener off. It’s official, every drop of him has left the house. How am I handling it do you ask? I keep waiting for the second grieving wave to hit me. Like it did Memorial Day weekend when he took our daughter to his Mother’s and I spent the weekend crying and separating all of our stuff. I remember telling friends how much I missed. I went to church and had the prayer team pray over me to take the pain away and asked God to give me clarity on whether I was making the right decision. And then I prayed for my husband that he would find God and change his heart.

Starting New

Today things were different. Today I cleaned the entire house (my house) from top to bottom. I turned the walk-in closet into an office to fill all the empty space. I cleared, cleaned, and repainted the upstairs loft for the roommate I pray will occupy it. I cleaned the bathrooms and emptied all the cabinets and drawers. I moved all of my girls toiletries into my bathroom to fill the other side of the double sink and cabinet that used to hold his stuff. Now there’s also an empty bathroom for the possible roommate. I cleaned and re organized the kitchen, pantry, and refrigerator. I cleared out everything that was his. I went to the grocery store and bought items that I liked.

“Never go to the grocery store hungry”

You know that saying, “Never go to the grocery store hungry”? Well when you’re newly separated, just don’t go to the grocery store on a Sunday or Father’s Day. It was filled with happy families and husbands and wives. Everything was centered around Men. They were even playing sad music. Damn you Wilson Phillips!!! You almost had me with that song, “You’re In Love”. You know the one where she talks about how happy she is her ex found love and now she could let him go? Total B.S. Is anyone really happy when they first find out their ex has moved on? But, I still didn’t cry. I just told myself, this too shall pass. This was not Gods plan for me. God wants me to learn to stand on my own two feet and be happy with me. I put my head up and a smile on my face and walked over to the wine section and started thinking off my next blog post.

What I learned this week

Soo… here I am sharing it with you. What did I learn this week? I learned to rely less on my friends for support. I spoke with my therapist who suggested I watch “Runaway Bride” with Julia Roberts and watch how she finally took time to figure out what she liked and then start writing down what I liked. I read two books on Kindle Unlimited. The first was “Empaths and Narcissists”. I learned that I’m an Empath. I allow my feelings to control me. This is something I really need to work on in the next 12 months. Learning to be happy no matter what the situation. That’s really hard to do. The second is “Breaking up and Divorce 5 steps: How to heal and be comfortable alone.” I’m still reading this one so I’ll have to let you know how I like it.

Go in peace

In closing, I did gift my husband with a Father’s Day card and a gift card from our girls. I hope it brought him some joy today. You never really know how the other person is handling the separation. I know one thing, I have been on very high doses of anti depressants for anxiety, depression, Fibromyalgia pain, and insomnia for the past 5 years. It felt like no matter what I did I still felt out of control and triggered. These past 2 weeks since my husband has been moving out of the house, I have felt more at peace and calm than I can remember feeling in years. I believe that God is telling me that I made the right choice.

May 27th, 2021

Final Separation

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Almost one month from the date I found out my husband was continuing his relationship with the woman that was causing strife in our marriage, we were signing our separation agreement document. Thankfully, we were able to come to a mutual agreement on how to separate our lives, time with our child, and our finances. It was not an easy task and at times it was a struggle to agree on what was fair. I’ve always been the type of person to only ask for what I need and not everything I want. My husband may disagree and say I got everything that I wanted but I don’t believe this to be true.

Take him to the cleaners

When you’re discussing ending your marriage, a lot of friends and family members may advise you to hire an attorney and to ask for everything you’re entitled to. Attorney’s are expensive and it’s my opinion that it’s always better to come to an agreement civilly and not fight for things that just don’t matter. I did take their advice and was lucky to speak with an Attorney that gave me a free consultation. At the end of the day no matter how heartbroken you are over what was done during the marriage or why the marriage ended, wouldn’t you rather walk away with your head held high and your dignity? Treat people with kindness, don’t ask for more than you need, and God will bless you.

What I walked away with

My husband promised me and my children a house to live in. Even though I knew when we were buying this home that our marriage was probably not going to last, my husband said he wanted us to have a house to live in. So, the girls and I are keeping the house. The mortgage is a little more than I can afford but I am searching for a roommate to assist me in paying the bills. I will pay/buy him out of a portion of what he is entitled to for living in the home for 1 year. We split our joint debt down the middle and both agreed to work towards paying off our half. We split the savings and tax returns. We agreed to alternate every other year for claiming our daughter on our taxes. We agreed to joint custody in the way of both having equal say in our child’s life, however I would have her in my custody most of the time and he would have her 2 weekends out of the month (due to his schedule). And he agreed to pay me a reasonable amount of child support based on his salary and time he spends with our child. Because of COVID the government is giving money to families with children, so I agreed to not collect child support from him the months that I receive these payments.

Have compassion/ Have faith

At the end of the day, this is my child’s father. The man I loved for 14 years of my life. I only wish the best for him and I want to set a good example for my daughter. I want her to know that if you trust God, he will provide and make sure you have everything that you need. It is better that your children see you work together and resolve problems without anger. It may not have been possible when you were together, but it can be possible now that you’re apart and have better boundaries in place.