Have you ever thought about why it seems some people have the perfect life? I did say, "seems", since who knows what really goes on behind closed doors. Some people were shocked upon hearing of my divorce, some were fantastic and loyal friends sticking by my side through it all. I have truly appreciated all of the love and support I have received before, during, and after my marriage.
To say I got a divorce, or my marriage didn't work out is a huge understatement. I said this before and I'll say it again, I never truly understood divorce until I experienced it first hand. Everyone who has been through a divorce can relate in many ways, yet everyone has their own diverse, and painful experience. I can't believe I have been divorced for a year and half. Sure I have lonely, crappy, pathetic moments where I just want to disappear, but being able to focus on my happiness and my personal worth has been greater than I could ever have imagined.
My life was a living Hell from the week following our marriage throughout the rest of our 3 years together. Every day seemed to be the worst it could possibly be, yet the following day would always top it. Who was this man that I married? Sure, we had our good days....maybe a few times a week to start, which dwindled and became farther apart. I'd never felt so worthless, put down and emotionally abused. Of course I was led to believe something was wrong with me, and everything that happened was always my fault. I admit I was starting to question if something WAS wrong with me.....if you hear something enough times, don't you start to believe it?
I didn't know what was normal or unacceptable behavior anymore.....I felt like I had been flipped upside down so many times I didn't know which way was up. Looking back on things I have such a different perspective on it all, yet when you're living it, it's so hard to see things the way you would as an outsider. I had become so emotionally beaten down and discouraged I was living in survival mode. I wasn't me, I didn't really exist. I went through the motions of life, but I wasn't living. Luckily for me, I had great family and friends that would assure me that I was worth something, and deserved the best in every aspect of my life.
I hate that I don't trust men in general, and I'm sorry for those of you that receive my doubting questions or random rants. I hate that I don't want to get close enough or love someone enough to let them hurt me.....and if you do ever hurt me I will physically beat you! I hate that I feel I have a huge scar on my heart that will never completely heal. I hate that I don't feel normal, but what is normal anyway?
I didn't really know how this post was going to turn out until I started writing it. My blog is sort of like a journal to me (since I'm horrible about writing in one) and it seems you lucky readers get to hear the good, the bad, and the ugly. :)