divorced
Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
Becoming a Divorcee
Recently I saw a photograph of my best friend’s wedding day, happily displayed on Facebook in celebration of her 19th wedding anniversary. I remember the wedding day very fondly, and clicked a ‘like’ on the photograph, wrote a comment to my friend, congratulating her and her husband, and sending my love to them all, with a big, happy exclamation mark at the end. The day the photograph was taken, 19 years ago, I too was a young newlywed, having married my first husband not quite three months earlier. My happiness towards my friends on the celebration of their anniversary was honest and genuine – they are wonderful people, and I feel fortunate to be able to call them friends - but I have to admit, I was left with a strange, initially unidentified feeling for the rest of the day. My stomach felt knotted, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was causing it. That evening, my husband was out, and my daughter had gone to bed, and I gave myself some time to consider the strange, heavy feeling that had afflicted me all day, and I found I could identify its root. My own first marriage, begun in the same year as my best friend’s 18-year success story, sadly ended after 10 years, and it was my prickling feelings of failure that were causing the grey mood I had been experiencing all day.
By Sarah Newlyn5 years ago in Families
How 10 years can change your life to the point of no return!
I am an Irish born woman, I love my home country and always want to go back but I am in a relationship with a Bronx born guy who will never move to the country that calls my heart home every day. When I move here, it was to help my 8 month prenant sister whom has arrived in NY two years prior to me. When I got to NY I was living the life any 21 year old could only wish to live. I was waitressing in an Irish Restaurant (go figure) and I finished work at 12am and when in NY what is there to do at that time when you've been working all day, go to the bar and join the fun. I was sleeping all day, getting up at pm and starting work at 3pm. That was a 9 hour shift, being paid $2 an hour + tips, the income wasnt what I imagined so I was sleeping on my sisters sofa. She went on and had the baby in October 2009, a beautiful baby boy, and I helped as I had planned on doing. Unfortunately, she left 10 months later and I decided to stay. I was heartbroken but life must go on. I had to adjust to life here by myself and make move to improve my living situation. I found a better job, an administrative assistant at a well known moving and storage company in Manhattan. It wasnt the Manhattan so many girls dream of working in, it was in the less than favorable part. Sometimes I wonder if I hadnt taken that job where my life would have gone. This point is where everything changed for me. Overtime after taking this job I changed Personally, and mentally. I dont want to give the whole story away in one shot but I went through things, so many things, that many people wonder how I had the strength to go on, or even stay in NY. I am going to make my story into many sections as there is so much to say and I dont want to bombard you all with it all in one go. Believe me when I say this story is one you want to read its full of betrayal in the worst way, having to pick myself back up, coming out on top again only to fall after giving birth to my first child. This story will never end as I still live this story, day after day, so you won't get bored that I guarantee you. Thank you for reading my first story and I look forward to continung the journey down memory lane with you all and bringing you into my life and understanding where my strength and my weaknesses come from. It all starts when I was a child in Ireland with an alcoholic mother, 6 siblings, 3 of whom I lived with and 2 I didn't live with and didn't know. Periods of time in care with an amazing family who I still love to this day. Please stay with me and you will learn every last detail about me and why I am the person I am today. Thanks you and much love, Zara xx
By Zara Lynch5 years ago in Families
The Monster
My life, just as yours, has been a string of events. Some good. Some bad. All leading me to where I am today. Would one thing have changed that? That is a question we all ask, yet never truly know. Maybe it's better we don't know. Probably for our own good, some Devine greater power, or whatever.
By Tara Muckerheide5 years ago in Families
I married Mike although my mother told me not to.
True story: "I married Mike, although my mother told me not to. After two years, someone rang the doorbell ..." They met at school. She was a teacher and he was the father of one of his students. After several insistences, he decided to give it a try ...
By Linda Gray 5 years ago in Families
How She Became Strong
It was a Thursday, not sure if it was morning or night for the doctors had given the woman much medication already. It was cold outside because it was November. After what seemed like forever it happened, the sound of a baby crying was heard from the delivery room. Roanoke Memorial Hospital in fact is where this all took place on what seemed like a normal Thursday. The baby is a girl and she was given a mouth full for a name. Katt Mae Marie Ayers the first name after an actor gone with the wind. Marie's name is Katt's mother’s best friend's Sharon middle name.
By india novia5 years ago in Families
