Most people have seemed genuinely excited to hear about me blogging (or trying to). They are positive and uplifting to the idea of me being creative and exploring my emotions during this horrible time. On the other side people aren’t as supportive, why do it? and what do you want to prove? These are just some of the questions I have faced. To them my answer is this.
I’m choosing to share my journey because in my own mind I need an outlet for my grief, strength and confusion. I no longer feel like I need to or should be silenced in something that has been so public, hurtful and down right humiliating for me. I deserve to have a voice.
My story isn’t to shame the person or people involved, it’s not a blog of hate or spite on them for the choices they made (karma will take care of that). This is about me and my personal journey, my truth. What I believe was and is my life, then and now. How I tackle being a single mother to my two incredible children. How we change and grow, together and apart, which has never happened for more than two days and only on a few occasions.
In the weeks following my public breakup, I was contacted by so many woman, woman who had been through similar experiences. Two close friends have also recently been through similar experiences and more than ever I started believing that every person who has been through or is in this situation or any other horrible situation for that matter, want someone to relate to. They want to know they aren’t alone.
If this isn’t for you then move on, don’t read about it and don’t follow. If this is for you, then engage, inspire and connect with me, no one is alone, and no one should feel they are.