Not just one divorce, but two. I’d like to share an essay I wrote that was recently published in BetterAfter50.com.
I was the first in my family to be divorced. It took me six months to muster the courage to tell them the marriage was over. I’ll never forget what my father asked me once I finally told him that Stephen and I were getting a divorce: “What did you do wrong?”
And that was after I told him that Stephen had cheated on me.
I felt betrayed by my father and, on the other hand, like I had failed him. I was raised to be the dutiful wife.
After being single for a while, I felt ready for another relationship. I dated several guys and determined they didn’t meet my new standard.
Then I met Michael … for the rest of the story, click here.
From my heart to yours …
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