The Divorced Mom Chronicles: Broken

Day 4

I cried all night and fell asleep with my glasses on. I cried in the morning intermittently when the kids weren’t around or when I wasn’t distracting myself with making them pancakes.

I sent text messages to my husband through my anguish and tears, trying to explain how much he has hurt me.

I took the kids to the park, where I caught a break from the reality of my disintegrating marriage and dissipating family life.

I felt the warmth of the sun shining on my face.

I looked up at the blue sky and saw it smiling through the redwoods at me.

Even though I cried a lot today, there was more time between breakdowns than there was yesterday.

I’ll take it.

I’ll take it one day, one paragraph, and one ray of hope at a time.

I’m utterly broken.

(But not so broken that I can’t see the sun shining through to the other side.)

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You Are Loved. ❤

Divina Grey is a ferocious woman and mother rebuilding her life one article at a time. She likes long walks on the beach, singing and playing her guitar, a spicy workout, and a cup of coffee so decadent she can feel the frothiness in her bones. Over the last twenty-five years, Divina has stockpiled a collection of used journals in an elegant wooden chest and is oozing with gratitude for the chance to share her staggering long-time love of writing with the world.

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