divorce
Divorce isn't an end; it's a different beginning.
Letting Go of Relationships We've Outgrown
One of the most challenging parts of my healing journey has been the need to let go of relationships that weren’t actively a part of my growth. Well, I say let go, but actually, sometimes I was let go of. Whoever does the leaving doesn’t really matter; both ways can be just as difficult to deal with.
By Yve Anmore4 years ago in Humans
3 Life Lessons I Learned From Losing Intimacy With Other Humans
It's been four hundred and twenty-five days since I've had sex. Ouch. Surprisingly, that crushing fact has little to do with COVID-19 and everything to do with my recent divorce. But I am so tired of talking about my divorce. I look back on the last time I made love to my ex-husband with contentedness; I made love to him because that's what I did, I loved him. I am grateful for the excruciating life lessons from ending that nineteen-year experience, and I'm moving onward and upward. I've had four hundred and twenty-five days to ponder extensively about my life, its connections, and where to go from here. Where do I end up searching for answers when my heart is restless? The internet, of course. Colton Poore wrote a wizardly article on intimacy that compelled me to change my dismal approach to this piece completely:
By Divina Grey4 years ago in Humans
6 Reasons I Believe The Divorce Rate Is So High~
Here are six reasons why the divorce rate is so high: 1. Independence Is Crippling Marriages: People end up in divorce court because they wait too long to find solutions to the problems in their marriage. We are a nation of highly independent people and in my opinion that independence we covet stands in the way of us being able to humble ourselves and ask for help from each other—and the experts.
By Ms. Thomas4 years ago in Humans
An Open Letter To The Man I Married (and To The Man I Divorced) on Our Last Day as a Married Couple
Dear Dr. Jekyll, I listened to our wedding song tonight. Do you remember it? "I can hear her heartbeat from a thousand miles Yeah, the heaven's open every time she smiles And when I come to her that's where I belong Yeah, I'm running to her like a river's song She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love." - - "Crazy Love" by Van Morrison
By Divina Grey4 years ago in Humans
Tips for Surviving Divorce
Going through a divorce may end up being the hardest thing that you have ever done. Not only are you losing the person that you planned to spend the rest of your life with, but your entire life is going to change. Most people have to move. Financially, you may be facing uncertainty in the following months and years.
By Shelley Wenger4 years ago in Humans
Involuntary Response
She hadn’t learned to swim. Childhood was more focused on fingers crossed that her lunch-lady mom hadn’t brought home the rubbery meatloaf she’d had already “eaten” that day. As a child, she never had a bike and she never got to see her favorite boyband in concert, the latter of which she regarded as a significant cruelty. Days were spent in survival mode- training her brain that moments of quiet are suspect, that anything resembling tranquility only means that malevolence is brewing. She developed a neck-tick to compliment her leg twitch. Her body thrashed to prevent her from screaming.
By Carmen Lizbeth Burke4 years ago in Humans
8 Things You Learn After Divorce
Sitting in the back seat of my car I felt numb. Strange. Unsure. I stared into the seatback ahead of me, yet my mind couldn’t look away from the unknown path ahead of me. The road constructed for my future closed off. No longer an option.
By Greyson Ferguson4 years ago in Humans
Love and My Ex-Husband’s Vaseline
The tub of Vaseline tumbled off the shelf of the grocery store, grazing the tops of my feet. It was my first morning back home in Todos Santos — a small town in south Baja — after a short trip back to the states. Despite feeling renewed after a break from the late-August heat, I was hungry, and my lips were a bit chapped.
By MINGKUI YANG4 years ago in Humans
Scholar
leadership student aid School Starts Yale University He's missing who's going to take his place/places everyone line up quick please thanks ......Paul stop looking at your chair? Miss Moon gets this way every time she hears from her husband. Oh yeah forgot to say Miss. Moon attends my mom book club. Miss. Moon thinks shes married but she not she found her best friend with her husband at a park having lunch nothing right? Just there were naked. So he calls her every time for money. Sure shes still in love with this guy. Mom says its always a long story from her at her book club the other ladies in the group just to ashamed to tell that he's gone. My name is Dee. I'm here trying to win a scholarship. Miss Moon is the school front office worker. Attention all high school locker programs checkers be advise due to the ozone layer China smog clove its at its reach and it has grew over the past weeks please seek Mr. Taller for your next trip to China. Gym lobby cleaner post signs in bathrooms theirs a shortage of Soy grass fed sheep milk. I will be giving the information soon one day. Head leader of Best edit chief column. My turn to help with unloading the van for blessing of flowers its popcorn that's my job for now. Here at our school it's something everyone has to sign up to do something. The tote bag instructor promise us that we will help install waterfalls in near great parks. My grandfather picks me up from school Monday thru Friday its his chance to buy lottery tickets. Almost the daybreak again fresh smell of lawn water. I think its going to be a day little babies will start talking early maybe at four months. What can I do to make this wonder began. Babies began their most fun stage at three months its called remember. Lets bite my thumb taste next use my eyes to look...called see. These are pattern that will start up something that will always pose in on the mother. Dads this is my fingernail. Put in motion lets try paper with toes to say ouch. My thinking has flew in something that I want. My partnership I have with community voting center will hear about my vowels. I'm home mom. "here's dinner" I going to shower and log in on campus infinite canvas my homeworker mentor family engagement tutor will be on early tonight. Just in case is everything baked for dinner. I don't want rough skin at a early age. Alexa what's on my program for tonight? Alexa what's on my email? My time will be ten o'clock that's when I can sleep. Not morning yet . I hear mom talking about doing something at there book club. I'm smelling lots foul smells. I think she's at her breaking point to see that its time to do something with her education life. I noticed my mom has a thing for leadership program she had tried to joined all women mission to vote on all female daycare workers only in the 1980's. I'm still smelling something bad. War frame stampede-Miss. Moon your house is on fire! Miss . Moon as an Alexa on her car! The news station is on fire. Mom how do you grow cannabis? Mom is not happy about me wanting to alot things that's not apart of education. Sometimes mom will change her mind only if become some member at her book club I help hang pictures. But growing a weed in the ground may not be a great idea but it will help me lot in drug business.
By Jaylin Palmore4 years ago in Humans
The Garden of Eden Has a Pear Tree
Everyone does jobs here. Today I had cut the lawn such as it was, dried up patches of grass amongst the scorched cracked dirt. I gathered up the windfalls and ran the good ones under the tap before setting them in the fruit bowl inside. I rescued the indoor toys that had migrated outside and returned them to the playroom, and I had swept the path and poured boiling water on the ant’s nest. Now I was sat with Sonya on a rusty garden chair that rocked on the uneven surface with a cup of tea. We were seeking shade from the midday heat under the pear tree and from the assortment of antiquated sheets drying on the line. I start sobbing again Sonya looks up, smiles sympathetically and reaches for my hand; I brush the tears from my face again and squint as I watch my boys playing on the swings. They are busy with new friends.
By Aggie Helne4 years ago in Humans
