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Divorce- A Tale Of Two Cities
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair …, Charles Dickens
2018 and 2019 are years that will forever be in my heart.
Never have I experienced the influx of emotions that came with knowing that the life I thought I was going to live was coming to an end.
Nearly two years after a long emotional war and an amicable split, I have found power in fighting hurt.
In the space of emptiness after divorce, I have realized there are gifts in the gardens of my deepest wounds.
I’m not writing this article because I think I am better than anyone, or that your divorce doesn’t suck. Heck, I know I am worse.
I have gone my entire life hiding behind addictions and living in a word full of validation and approval seeking in hopes of being a “man.” And I am done hiding.
