Starting Over
Twenty five years. Twenty five years I was married. That's a pretty long time, considering I was with the same man for half of my life before it ended. I know lots of you girls have been where I am. You try to make it work, spend many nights crying yourself to sleep, spend money on counseling, marriage books, and countless hours talking to your BFF wondering how you're ever going to get through another day. Then one day the inevitable happens. Divorce papers are written up, he moves out, and you're left with a mortgage to pay, kids to raise, and an empty space next to you in a bed that seems far bigger than it was when you bought it together. It's time to start over. It's scary, sad, and somehow exciting all at the same time. For me, I was a stay-at-home mom for 18 years, and when I knew it was the beginning of the end, I started to work again. I couldn't very well just walk right back to my old school and announce that I was back from my 18-year sabbatical ...
