The only dream I had was to have a family that did things together, however there came a final point that no matter how much I sacrificed, gave, read, improved and tried... it was never going to happen with the man I chose to marry at the age of 23.
I recited the words of My Father's Table and I found the courage to change and accept that divorce would be a part of my life story. My divorce was much like my marriage as I... had no idea for over 2 months until I received an email with pictures from a smartphone.
There are few who know what I have endured, learned and encountered, but all I can say is since that freedom moment of taking a stand for "enough is enough"...
I have lived my greatest life along with my worst nightmare and greatest tears with peace as my guide and a constant effort to improve my bounce back rate from each new gut punch.
Once I accepted, the one thing I wanted back was my name and Friday the final piece of ID came. I headed to the beach with a big "hell yeah", drove through where my NC journey started, swam in the ocean, stuck my toes in the sand, wrote my name, brought the kids back a hermit crab. The whole way home I glowed with a smile and running continuously through my head Uncle Kracker...
"Feels good to be me."
God won't send you anywhere that he has not already provided a way out. I am grateful for who I became and what I learned and most of all that I don't have to live that way anymore. Without the obstacles, pain and suffering there is no personal growth... it is the difficulties that mold character and strengthen faith.
It didn't matter who or where, from the High School Football Field to the Department of Corrections, Denise has spent her life loving and cheering for people.