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Since my husband had left me, a common or logical response would be that I was at fault. Was I not pretty or sexy enough? Not intelligent or accomplished enough? Not a good enough companion or mother?

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Because I wasn’t the one who ended the marriage, I felt more embarrassment than shame. I felt embarrassed because I just knew that everyone thought I made poor or rash decisions, wasn’t able to be a good wife or life partner, didn’t know how to pick a good husband, didn’t prioritize my daughter’s wellbeing over my own, or was hiding some great deficiency that would cause a man to leave me. 

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As I now sit with my feelings, I reflect on the myriad of emotions that come with getting a divorce. I want to share how I navigated some of these feelings. This week, we’ll talk about anger. 

A little over three months later, I went to check my mail after a long day of work and there was a large manila envelope stuffed in the mailbox. On the very first sheet inside, I saw that our settlement agreement was approved and that as of May 23rd, we were divorced.