There came a moment in my divorce, when I truly knew in my heart that it was over, and I accepted things for what they were.
I didn’t cry.
I didn’t exalt.
I didn’t shout angry words or curse my former love.
I just sat quietly and embraced the truth: that I was at the end of my marriage and grieving the loss of my dream.
I had fought for so hard and so long that I was exhausted from my emotional battle, weary from my broken heart, and numb at the prospect of rebuilding my world.
I wasn’t sure where to begin, but begin I did, and though it was one of the most difficult changes in my life, time moved me through the pain of the moment, and I began to find my way.
I know in my heart, that for me, endings will always be sad… change is never easy… and beginnings will always generate a certain amount of fear.
But I have learned, through my experience, that relationships and life, are ever changing, and that if I can love the moments I have had… instead of despairing over the moments that I believe I have lost… I will have so much more of life to embrace and so many memories to hold dear.
“Dear God, thank you for the gift of love. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to share part of my life with another human being.”