On August 26th, the day of Hurricane Irene, I took Kahlua for a walk on the beach to check out the waves and watch some friends surf in that madness. They were giddy like kids on Christmas, but having been completely knocked around the day before, I had no intentions of joining them in the water. That night turned out to be a memorable one for me, so I especially love this photo. What has developed since then has been a refreshing break from the usual.
After a year and nine months of separation, two and a half years of being lied to and cheated on, and a total of eight years of marriage, I am finally divorced today.
I’ve waited for this for so long, and it’s amazing how everything else in my life is coming together so beautifully at the same time. Two years ago, I was scared out of my mind not knowing what I was going to do or how I could go on. But today, I am a completely different person. The entire experience has changed me for the better so much, and I couldn’t be more grateful.
So thank you, ex-husband, for turning into a total douche bag piece of shit and losing your morals. Your selfish actions forced me to grow and mature as a person, and it’s too bad the same can’t be said for you. Sayonara!
So much has changed; I don’t even know where to begin. So, here’s a picture of the beach at sunrise on Wednesday.
Words of wisdom on a bathroom wall in a bar in downtown Charleston. Nothing ever stays the same, and if you try to fight change, you’re only going to drive yourself crazy. Embrace it.
