Divorcing my first husband was the third-best decision I’ve ever made.
Divorcing my second husband is the second-best decision I have ever made.
Deciding to have my children was the best decision I have ever made.
I got stabbed in the back today. What I came to realize, after nearly wrecking my truck and finally calming down, is that I needed it as a wake-up call. A wake up call not to share information with anyone. A wake up call to just how disordered both my ex and my abuser are. A wake up call that those two are never going to change and that they truly have no feeling for me but hate.
What else do I know? I know that I am strong and capable and willing to work on me so that I don’t ever end up in this position again. I know that God is watching out for me every step of the way even when I don’t realize it. I know that these two are so weak alone that they feel they must team up to attack me. I know that my children are wonderful and that they make each day worth fighting for.
You know, it’s almost laughable to think of my two ex’s hunched over their phones, trying to come up with ways to get back at me. Almost.