I'm about to finalize my divorce. I had my last WYRE (When Your Relationship Ends) class on Monday. I only went because Nancy wouldn't leave me alone about taking the course. She took it in Austin after a nasty divorce and she sings its praises. So I said okay, but to myself I said, I'll go, but I don't have to participate.
When I went to the first class, I had a little bit of trouble finding the building. I called Nancy from the parking lot and told her that if I wasn't in the right place, I was going home. Nancy immediately called Karen Finn, the coach, and told her I was about to bolt and to get me out of my car. Karen met me at the door. During the first class, Karen was reassuring and calming.
There are 5 people in my class. At first, we were all inhibited and unsure of what was going to take place. As the classes went on, we opened up more and more each week and we've grown closer each week. These people know more about me than anyone, except maybe Nancy and my family.
When I started the course, I was angry at my husband, very angry, I'm talking madder than hell. Like my mother when she was divorced, I didn't want to let go of that anger. I wanted to feed it and hold it close to me. I was very hurt by his actions and, frankly, I was a mess. I had been deceived, disrespected, damaged, angered, all of the bad things that you can think of. Probably much the way you feel or felt when you were going through your divorce or break up.
Earlier this week, I was talking with Karen and she brought up that angry me who wouldn't get out of the car for that first class. I told Karen that I barely remember that angry girl. It seems like a light year ago. I feel so much better now. I've learned that I need to let that anger go; it doesn't hurt anyone but me. I've learned to value myself and take care of myself and I've learned self-respect and self-worth. I've made lasting friendships with my classmates and I can talk to them and Karen about anything. For the most part, I'm on the downhill side of this deal.
Oh, and I had to tell Nancy that she was right, I needed the classes and I thanked her for "making" me go and for telling Karen to get me out of the car the night of that first class.
Sorry I've gone on and on, but I want you to know how much you can benefit from these classes.
(Nancy was Melody's friend and employer who had been through a previous WYRE class)