I never thought I’d be here. Filing for divorce wasn’t part of the life I imagined. For years, I worked to build stability—a home, equity, retirement savings, personal security and achievement that felt like milestones along the way. But now, it’s all gone. The home I invested in is no longer. The equity I built has vanished. My retirement and savings have been depleted. Even my career, that once gave me security and a ways to a mean in my life, has slipped away.
What remains is me, my adult grownup daughters who are just starting a life of their own. My clothes and a few other little personal items are what I can call my own. Everything else has been stripped down, piece by piece, leaving me standing in the middle of a life I barely recognize.
This divorce isn’t just a legal process for me; it’s the marker of an ending I never asked for but can’t avoid. It is the acknowledgment of loss, of a chapter that has unraveled. Filing feels like one more thing I’m losing, the death of a 24 year marriage, yet I know it’s also the step toward closing this painful season and creating the possibility of rebuilding from from the hole I find myself in now.
I’ve lost almost everything—including myself, but through thee help of several close friends and professional counseling I’ve begun to pull myself up to this difficult point, realizing I can’t do it by myself. And with that, I have to believe I can begin again with your help!
