August 14, 2010 was the day after I left my abusive marriage. That date has become the new anniversary of my life. My first day of freedom.
Three years ago today I woke up at a friend's house. I was homeless. I mean, I had a nice, comfy bed to sleep in, in a beautiful house, but . . .I had no home, no community, no job, no identity. I was moving over 2,000 miles away. I was a little depressed. I have to admit, I was very scared, too. But I had a lot of faith that I was doing the right thing. It was a leap of faith.
And I was free.
I had a party one year later with all my friends to celebrate My First Anniversary of Freedom. I was finally happy--and happily divorced. I felt so much lighter. My burdens were shaken off.
If you finally got a divorce, tell me about your special day of freedom.