We live in a society where we’re supposed to move on. You lose your job, move on, you get divorced, move on, someone dies. I’m sorry to hear that but you have to move on. It’s not that easy, when you’re in love getting over that heartbreak takes time. When you get divorced, learning to be single again takes time. If your mother dies and she’s been your rock from the day you were born learning to function again takes time. We have to start having honest conversations about life.
“I saw the pieces of my marriage falling apart 2 years ago and as much as I’d like to think I could’ve prevented it; the truth of the matter is that it would’ve always ended this way.”
When I first started writing this I searched incessantly for definitions, synonyms, phrases or anecdotes but came to the conclusion that there seems to be a lack of vocabulary or feelings that can properly and intelligently describe that monumental “AHA” moment in your life when you realize that your world as you knew it, as you planned and hoped it would be is not only over but now you must find a way to save face, to repair mental, physical and intellectual self and learn to live and possibly love again.
Women are the ones that are supposed to worry about their biological clock. Women…
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