Jamie is a Minnesota Girl who has landed herself in the big city of LA. On her blog she often talks about photography, art, wine, and exploring around Los Angeles. These are her adventures through life.
There’s something I’ve always wanted to talk about on my blog, but never could. One of those things that I would think about, reflect on, then brush it under again, and move on to more happier topics.
But today, I’m finally saying it. Something I’ve held in for awhile. Perhaps I’ll feel better about it after.
For so long because I was the one that asked for the divorce, there was a lot of guilt that was put on my shoulders (for myself only!) For so long, I was the one that often thought, “gosh, what is wrong with me for not staying to make it work more. Or what is wrong with me to be not even 30, and divorced already.
Marriage is one of those things in life that we go into never wanting it to end, but sometimes, things just don’t work out.
We prepare ourselves to be successful. To go to college, to graduate, to work our way up the corporate ladder, buy a house, get married, have children.
But what happens when the plan you had going just doesn’t work out? I’ve learned through this process that things don’t always work out. That the path you thought you were on wasn’t where you were suppose to be at all.
And sometimes, going through something hard in your life really does make you a better person even if the others around you may not agree with you.
And by going through those hard times you often learn who your true friends are, the ones that stick by your side even when they don’t necessarily agree with your decisions. The ones that stick around.
I don’t regret my first marriage. I never will. It was because of that first marriage, and that life path, that I truly learned what it was what I wanted out of life, and it’s also how I learned what I didn’t want out of life.
It also gave me the courage to finally begin embracing who I am, and who I am suppose to be.
For the longest time I was so embarrassed about being divorced before the age of 30. I was so worried about what others would think of me. What others were saying behind my back, but then one day, I realized it didn’t matter. We all have a story, this is just one part of mine.
I have been divorced for over 3 years now, and have completely embraced my new life in the city of LA, and couldn’t be happier. The true courage came when I admitted I was no longer happy.
Thanks Shell for letting me finally say what I couldn’t say for the longest of times.
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