So, this is my first blog post. Ever. I’m not even sure why I’m doing this. Not because I expect anyone to read it, I don’t have any insights or life advise. Maybe it’s because I have a lot to say to no one in particular, need an outlet to vent and the internet gives some sort of anonymity? And I don’t even know where to start. I suppose at the beginning- but which one?
The present state of my life is probably as good as any, right? Fair warning, though-if you happen to bump into this blog during a random search: I’m still a work in progress, and this blog will probably reflect that. That’s even if I keep up with it. My life’s a mess and I’m still processing the events of the last year. And questioning the last eight.
The short story is I’m divorced. Just recently, in fact.
Longer story is, I was blindsided with divorce papers by my husband. It’s a fresh wound, and I’m still processing everything.
The story itself is almost unbelievable–like a plot in a soap opera or book–not my life.
What had I done to deserve any of it? Aside from being stupid…
I wanted to be a writer-a romance author. Silly, right? They say you should write what you know, and I didn’t know a lot about what makes a good romance novel. But I could tell a good story. I started and quit many times, until I took so long that I got swept up in … life. I got married and divorced. Then I got remarried and pregnant, so my priorities changed. My dreams didn’t. It was just going to take longer to realize them.
Guys, I wrote the story. But I can’t post it. Yet. If ever. Maybe because it’s so new, I don’t know. But it did help to see it written out. Maybe one day I can post it, when it doesn’t hurt to see it. Or when I’m sure it’s the “write” story to tell. See what I did there?
I’m still numb, the ink hasn’t completely dried on the paperwork yet-so to speak. Technically, the divorce shouldn’t have been able to go through so quickly. But money buys a lot of things–including time. Not my money. His.
I guess that’s where I’m at right now.
Grateful,
Me
