I am divorced. Instead of a victim, I call myself a "conqueror" of abuse, adultery and addiction (pornography)--the Triple A. I never knew there were so many steps to climb in the divorce process. The journey wasn't easy. It took courage. But if I did it, you can, too. I haven't reached the top of the steps yet. I am still learning about what I went through emotionally, and how to heal. I'm sharing my experiences to help you realize you are not alone.
This is my story. What's yours?
Friday, August 15, 2014
Fourth Year Anniversary of Flight to Freedom
August 14, 2014
today the 4th Anniversary of Freedom.
this date in 2010, I woke up—homeless.
slept in a nice, warm bed in the in-law suite of my best friend, but I
realized, on awakening, I was homeless.
day before, on what was, ironically, my 33rd wedding anniversary, I
left my husband, my home, my community, my ward family, my siblings, nieces and
nephews. I left a job I loved, the reputation I had built for over twenty years
in my community, and began my journey to freedom.
I mean, I woke up in a cozy bed in a
huge, beautiful room at Kathy’s, but yesterday, I left my home of twenty years
Months ago it seemed like this day
wouldn’t get here soon enough. I remember saying “2010 is going to be the
longest year of my life,” and it has been. And it ain’t over yet.
Divorce is a long process. And it won’t be final until January 1 or thereafter.
But at least I won’t have to see him—or
hear him—every day. I’ve chosen to go far away. I don’t think I could bear
being anywhere near him, or happen to run into him for any coincidence. Far
away is the only place for me to go.
Today, I’m feeling down. My identity is
gone. I don’t have a job to feel useful in. I don’t have a marriage. I don’t
have a home.
But I do have faith in God that I will
be well taken care of and looked after. I have a fine family and many faithful
friends. I am full of hope.