About Last Night . . .

Welp here we are. March 5, 2024.

I broke up with my husband in July of last yer and the divorce was finalized in January of this year. And it broke me. The breakup broke me. And I was the one that said the dreaded D word - divorce.

And I am grateful to be alive.

My healing journey so far post breakup has been a whirlwind. Healing is not a linear journey either. Divorce doesn’t have one rock bottom - it has a lot of them. And some are rockier and bottomier than others. There have been some very dark and lonesome moments in this journey post marriage. I get why a lot of people stay in bad relationships now, I do, I promise.

And.

You don’t have to stay in a relationship if you don’t want to. Period. And when you leave you might turn your unhappy relationship partner into a monster that they didn’t even see coming.

But then I think, maybe in his perception, I was the monster. Maybe in his perception I am the bad guy and he’s the good guy and I could have stayed for the kids. But I didn’t. I wouldn’t.

And the kids are fine. DJ and Luka are still happy and healthy and lively brothers always bothering the heck out of each other.

I am an only child so watching DJ and Luka grow up with at least each other as their parents navigate life without a marriage anymore has been one of my most favorite things to come out of my divorce.

Back in June 2023 - I started googling, can I ask my husband for a divorce. I can’t believe it’s a thing you google but I promise, I am not lying. Because I had no idea what I was doing. I still don’t, to be honest. But I am doing my best.

I am Virginia. I am a yoga teacher. I am a mom. I am divorced. And I am here. Where my breath is. I am alive and grateful for every breath.