Laura Parrott-Perry

I am the divorced mother of two phenomenal kids, who are both taller than me, (rude) smarter than me, (intolerable) and generally delightful. I am also a slave to a very handsome dog, indeed.

When my marriage of nearly fourteen years fell apart, I was shattered. My life was not what I’d believed it to be. That sort of realization causes a seismic shift to take place. It took some time to regain my footing, but once I did I found that I had lost the ability to fake it anymore.

After my divorce, I heard from so many people who thought my life was perfect. That’s the word they used- PERFECT. Now, I was pretty shocked by the demise of my marriage, but not nearly as shocked as I was at people’s perception of my life and relationship.

I was so undone, so devastated, that I stopped plastering a smile on my face, and telling pretty lies so that no one was uncomfortable.

Here’s the thing about telling the truth about your flaws and broken places- it gives other people permission to do the same.

And THAT, friends? That’s when it gets GOOD. That’s when everything gets SO MUCH BETTER.