He pulled out of our driveway a week before Valentine’s Day three years ago. I wanted to heal and build our marriage. He did not. He left me for another woman.

I thought the emotional pain would never end. It was excruciating.

I wanted him to come to back. I was afraid I couldn’t do it alone. Emotionally. Financially.

Then one day that changed. His decision was not going to define my future.

I was going to use this experience to become the woman I dreamt of being.

Independent. Strong. Loving. Vulnerable. Brave. Present. Authentic. Financially Secure.

I owned my shit. I took responsibly for my actions that contributed to the demise of my marriage.

I went to work every day in spite of the crippling pain.

I prayed for him. I prayed for her. I prayed for me.

I cried. I screamed. I laughed.

I participated in therapy.

I was angry. I was glad. I was scared. I was numb. I allowed myself to feel all the emotions that ran through my body.

I exercised regularly. The workouts ended with tears streaming down my face.

I kept showing up for life. I said YES instead of hiding.

I chose ME every day DESPITE THE WAY I FELT.

Eventually the pain subsided.

There I was. A woman who had made it through the storm.

I am grateful I experienced my divorce. I am who am I because of it.

Independent. Strong. Loving. Vulnerable. Brave. Present. Authentic. Financially Secure.

It took a village. I couldn’t have done it on my own.

It gets worse before it gets better then suddenly it’s great.

You are not alone. You will heal. It will not last forever. You are loved.