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.