Twenty-five years ago today (I’m writing this to you on Wednesday just gone), I married my son’s dad. We got married in a beautiful chapel in Arkansas, with my American family travelling in from all over the country to celebrate with us. We got divorced just three years later. Three of the hardest years of my life. But I will never, ever look back on our marriage as a failure in spite of the pain it caused. Not only because my ex-husband and I share a wonderful, now 26 year-old, son but because I now see how the difficulties of those years formed a furnace in which I was forced to become my strongest, most enterprising and creative self. I was forced to become my TRUE self.
Ahh, I think I needed to hear this today. Very inspirational, I'm so pleased youve come out the other side stronger and more resilient.
I've been married for 10 years. He's my best friend, however that's all he is and I find us today having to tell our 12, 9 and 7 year old that we are separating. I have very mixed feelings and of course I'm worried and stressed about what the future holds. All a bit overwhelming at the moment. It's hard to think beyond the immediate, but I look forward to feeling how you feel!!
Celebrating 25 years of a 'failed' marriage
Ahh, I think I needed to hear this today. Very inspirational, I'm so pleased youve come out the other side stronger and more resilient.
I've been married for 10 years. He's my best friend, however that's all he is and I find us today having to tell our 12, 9 and 7 year old that we are separating. I have very mixed feelings and of course I'm worried and stressed about what the future holds. All a bit overwhelming at the moment. It's hard to think beyond the immediate, but I look forward to feeling how you feel!!