
Dearest Deb, (I feel like I can call you Deb),
I wanted to reach out because I am a year further down the track than you. And as I'm already sure you've learned, time is our friend.
At first, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. And then eventually the wound becomes a scar.
Firstly, congratulations on filing for divorce. Not many would think to say that. Society tells us divorce is a 'failure,' but I see it as a second chance—a transition to a life more authentic than before.
In your powerful statement you shared with Nine and Daily Mail, you said: "My heart and compassion goes out to everyone who has traversed the traumatic journey of betrayal."
I am also in the secret club we never asked to join. The 'betrayal club.'
I vividly remember the initial shock, the pain, and the trauma.
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The uncertainty of the future. Feeling that things—and you—will never be okay again.