Two years ago today I woke up to find a letter informing me that my marriage was over. Exactly a month later I was divorced. The letter cited such reasons as reading too much and eating too many cookies. My ex has since apologized for such ridiculous reasons, but no matter the reasons, the result was the same. I have had much heartache over these two years, but I've also grown immensely and wouldn't change a thing.
Since March 28th, 2005, I have moved three times and started four new jobs. Tomorrow I will be starting a new career. My ex has tried to reconcile with me no less than three times. I've fallen in love. I've had my heart broken multiple times (mostly by my ex). I've forgiven and forgiven and forgiven. I've learned that no matter what, I won't stop trusting or forgiving. It's just in my nature. I will, however, be a bit smarter about it. I've been to Canada three times. I applied for PhD programs and then decided I didn't want to go. I learned to love myself again. I lost my wonderful Boo Bunny, and then welcomed two abandoned rabbits into my family. I found home again. I went on ten vacations (ten!). I made a handful of wonderful friends. I made other friends who I learned weren't so wonderful. I learned what makes a true friend and how to be one to myself. I've read a lot and eaten a lot of cookies. I've gained some gray hairs. I've grown in innumerable ways, but I still have much to learn. There were times I didn't know if I would, but I have survived. And I am better for it all. As Ernest Hemingway wrote, "Life breaks us. And when we heal, we're stronger in the broken parts."
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