When I was just about to turn 50 I looked myself in the mirror and thought to myself, “I cannot live like this for the next 25 years”, and that was that. I was 51 when we divorced. For me it was a death by thousand cuts. My ex was narcissistic, controlling, selfish, rude, grumpy, financially and emotionally abusive. I saw myself literally withering away next to him. I completely lost myself in that relationship. I was so unhappy and so confused. There was a point when I dreaded hearing his key in the door, the energy that he would bring with him was so toxic. He would suck up all the oxygen in the room, it would be hard for me to breathe.
Divorcing him was really hard, one of the hardest things I have experienced in my life. I am very emotional person, so I suffered both for me and him. I was sad for both of us, really sad. It took a long time to feel normal again, it really did.
Now, four years later, I am FREE and I LOVE it. I do what I want, when I want it. I sing and dance and laugh and goof around with my kids and my old doggy. My life is very simple, not much money for expensive holidays; I rent, I spend most of the time lounging on my sofa, eating amazing meals I prepared, sipping wine and watching Netflix. But my house is my sanctuary now. It is a place where I long to be, where I feel happy and safe. The best moment in a day is retreating to my bedroom, slipping under layers of blankets, turning on a candle or a soft light, reading a book or meditating. My life is not exceptional in any way, but it is my life and I love it.❤️