Beginning My Journey

“Divorced in Provo”...kind of like “Sleepless in Seattle” with a lot less romance and a lot more sleeping. So I’m 23, divorced, and live in Happy Valley, Utah…not exactly where I pictured my life at this point. I was married for 2 years to who I thought was the man of my dreams. Now, I’m going to come right out and say this. My husband…ex-husband (WOW…still can’t believe I’m saying that), is not a bad person. There is a reason I married him. And although I am not always the brightest crayon in the box, I didn’t walk into marriage blind. I pondered my decision, prayed about it, and felt good about it. And maybe that is why all this is so hard to swallow. Because my husband (Akkem…ex-husband) and I could have been great together. So while my friends, who have been married less time than I was are off multiplying and replenishing the earth, I am here moving in with roommates and marking my food with my initials before putting it in the fridge. BUT, like everything in life, something good can come out of something not so good. So, here I am beginning this journey. Some parts will be funny, others sad, but I hope by writing them down, I can give others something to laugh about, think about or identify with. And if no one ever reads my words, I hope I can find something in them. I hope I can find healing. One of my dearest friends recently gave me a journal for my birthday along with a note that said “I gave you this gift so that you can write down this journey of pain and healing-yes healing! One day someone will read it and find great strength in it.” Even if I am the “someone” who reads it and finds strength within my own words, my goal will have been accomplished. So here we go, ready or not! This is my life now and I am going to live it.