From someone’s who been to hell and back.
By Mikalee Byerman for DivorcedMoms.
I remember it well: the gnawing, gut-wrenching pain. The waking up every night at the same time — 2:43 a.m. for me — because apparently the universe likes to remind you of your hauntingly empty bed. The bursting into the most ugly of ugly tears in the fast food drive-thru due to an ill-timed realisation that it is, indeed, over.
And yes, I’d like the seasoned curly fries with that, thank you kindly.
For those of us who’ve been through the pain of an unexpected separation or divorce, there are certain aspects of the process by which you can practically set your watch. And one of them is this:
More people than you can possibly imagine will offer up the most trite of expressions and seemingly hollow words of encouragement.
Here’s something you may not want to hear, but you need to hear: You need to hear these trite expressions and seemingly hollow words of encouragement. And you need to believe them, too.
Well, some of them.
I was the girl who rolled my eyes as they were offered up, only to sink down and resume the familiar fetal position on the kitchen floor next to the dishwasher. I was the so-called bitter chick who glared and balked at the mere suggestion of a “better” tomorrow. I was the inconsolable, jilted ex who lost 30 pounds (13.5 kilograms) in 30 days because I did nothing during that first month except take care of my children and cry.