It’s always hard for me to start a new writing project, so this first post will be brief.
As the tagline states, this is a story of life after divorce. Maybe it would be more appropriate to call it a story of life after the dust settles on divorce.
The first few years after my ex left were rough. I had no community support, no job, and a very unhappy and traumatized child to care for. I was going through menopause. My confidence was shot.
I never doubted that I would pull through, but I know there are a lot of people who weren’t so sure, my therapist and parents among them.
When you get divorced, no one shows up at your door with a casserole. In fact, there will be people who see you on the street and walk the other way. People you supported when the shoe was on the other foot will stop returning your phone calls.
You will stop contacting people yourself because they just don’t understand what you are going through, and it’s too hard to explain. And you will be such bad company — so unhinged and self-involved — that you won’t make new friends easily.
We’re a culture that values success and happy endings. People blindsided by divorce are so many flies in that ointment. That’s how I felt those first few years, come to think of it — like a fly buzzing up against a windowpane, trying to escape.
This blog is about my journey on the other side. I made it.