To Infinity and Divorce

The year is 1998, I'm playing out in our tiny apartment backyard by myself with a Barbie CD player. The song? The wedding march...I would play it and pretend to walk down the isle outside while making sure that no one would see me or I'd be embarrassed. Reality is, I day dreamed with my wedding day since I was really little. Maybe it was the telenovelas I grew up watching that made me a hopeless romantic. Or did it make me dramatic? Who knows, but I always loved love and the idea of one day having a boyfriend who would marry me and we would live happily ever after.  As the only daughter, I grew up very well loved, protected and spoiled. We had really little but my parents always ensured that I had what I needed and never felt the lack of anything. I have two older brothers who would try to mess with me but ultimately, I won all arguments cause I'm the princess of the family. With this being said, I was always raised in love. Affection was shown daily, words of affirmation s...

Isn't it funny,...one day you're 23 and in love being asked "where do you see yourself in ten years" and the answer is nothing to what you're living? Instead, here I am with my unbrushed hair in a messy bun deciding to journal here with you while my kids are at their dads house. Yeah, my reality is very far from the "Oh, I see myself in a beautiful big home with my kids and loving husband having family time being happily ever after" blah blah blah. I sound bitter and at times I am. But this was my choice. It took three years of fighting before I decided it was time to walk away. February 9th, 2022 to be exact. Then on December 31st, 2022 I put pen to paper and signed my divorce decree. So here I am, 33 years old, wearing a mumu and watching the Phoenix Suns play in the playoffs while simultaneously blogging. If you're wondering if i'm okay,...i'm not. If you're wondering if my ex husband has a girlfriend he began dating 4 months after I l...