Why My Divorce Was The Best Thing I Ever Did

Slowly but surely, I figured it out.

By Ravishly — Written on Nov 06, 2022

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I don't exactly advocate divorce for anyone with a gripe about his or her spouse. Whatever I think of my own divorce, it's not something to take lightly. Divorce is serious. It's the death of a relationship, the end of something that was supposed to last forever. It must be grieved.

But sometimes it's the best thing we can do for ourselves.

I stayed married much longer than I should have for a million and one reasons:

I'm not a quitter. I said 'til death do us part, and I meant that.
I'm not a failure, and I refuse to fail at this. I will make it work.
I can't make it on my own. It's too hard and scary, and it requires too much money.
I don't want my family to be disappointed in me.

Not one reason had a thing to do with the man I was married to.

I didn't tell myself I loved him. I couldn't convince myself that he would change. By the time I seriously contemplated divorce, I'd resigned myself to the idea that he would always be who he was, and I would have to deal with it, regardless of how much I hated it.

I don't know how I would have felt if I still loved him when we parted ways. I can't imagine how much harder it would have been.

The reality was that by the time we figured out the terms, filed the paperwork, and received word that we were no longer legally tied to one another (not counting the ties we'll have forever because of our children), I was more than ready to move on. Life needed to change and fast.

Let's be clear here. The place I'm in today looks nothing like the post-divorce aftermath.

I spent plenty of time crying, wondering if it was better to be in a bad marriage than so freaking alone. I paced the floor most nights, trying to figure out how I could stretch one dollar into two. I sent desperate text messages to family, dying on the inside while I admitted I couldn't afford groceries that week — could they spare $50?

No, at that point, the single mom's life seemed like a bad nightmare.

Slowly but surely, I figured it out. I learned to juggle in ways I couldn't have while I was married. Every decision was mine alone. Sure, in the beginning, I got it wrong, but eventually, I started getting it right.

I gained confidence in myself as a mother and a woman. I stopped needing to bum money from anyone — and I stopped expecting child support (since it never arrived). I learned to do it on my own, and I realized I could make good decisions.

Those darkest, hardest moments after the divorce taught me so much about myself. Things I should have realized but had never taken the time to think about:

I'm stubborn as hell, and if there's a problem, I'm not letting go of it until we solve it.
I can keep my children safe, fed, happy, and (usually) dressed in clothes that fit.
I will stand up for myself. Pushing me around isn't an option. I'm looking at you, crazy ex-bosses, rude customer service support, and former crackhead neighbors (no, literally, crackheads).

Did my divorce magically reduce the anxiety, stress, and loneliness I'd felt in the last few years of my marriage? Uh, no. It actually amplified those feelings by about 1,000%.

But instead of pretending I had a partner and waiting around for help, my newly single status forced me to figure out my life on my own. All these years later, my ex wouldn't recognize the woman I've become. I am nothing like the woman who screamed, yelled, slammed doors, cried in the bathroom, and finally gave up on myself, him, and us.