I have written this post over and over. Rewriting and deleting. Starting over.
I guess that is what this is about. Starting over.
I can’t figure out how.
I walk around feeling like I am being choked.
I can’t breathe.
Something is crushing my chest.
The pain is unbearable.
My marriage ended ages ago.
No one told me.
No one tried to fix it.
No one gave me the chance to fix it.
No one gave me the option to walk away with dignity.
No one gave me a choice.
One person made the choice to share our marriage with another.
One person made the choice to move on.
One person walked into my home pretending to be married to me.
One person walked out the door running to another.
One person forced a future on me that I never deserved.
No matter what my mistakes were.
No matter how I failed in our marriage.
My marriage is over.
And now I know.
Now I start over.