

I remember the first time I left a major relationship – my first separation.
I packed everything I owned in a suitcase and rolled it down the road to my friend’s house where I knocked on the door and said “Can I move into your garage?”
A week later I’d met someone else, created a new social group and moved on.
As I grew older these partings became more involved, it became tricky to extricate my life from the web I’d created with another, but nothing could prepare me for the complexities of divorce.
Creating a meaningful life full of purpose, regaining my self worth, captaining my boat (now stacked with children) and finding my direction in life’s turgid sea took time, and honestly there were times when I wondered how my little boat would stay afloat. How would I cope?
