There is no playbook

I'm very quickly learning that there is no playbook for this thing called divorce. The month of May was marked by the finalization of the end of my marriage...but it was also marked by a new beginning. A new kind of friendship with Jason...one that gives us the opportunity to move forward without hatred, anger and sadness...one that will prove to be essential as we continue to raise our children in separate households. We both enjoy this new aspect of our relationship and feel closer than we've ever felt. He is building a great new life for himself, as am I.

The highlights of May include moving into my darling little townhouse in Avalon Park. It's on a quiet street, surrounded by great neighbors. Savannah is slowly making new friends and has even found out that one of the neighbors is a good friend she had in 1st grade. My place is almost completely finished...it's been furnished with the help of friends and family...without whom I'd be lost. The last touches will be complete when I get my family portraits I ordered...I can't wait to frame them and put them up.

I've also quickly learned that there is no playbook or prescribed time frame for recovering from something like what I'm going through. There are days when I strugle to stay focused because I'm worried about what will become of me and the kids. But then, there are other days that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I will be better than okay...I will be great. I've found that a lot of my healing comes from helping other people...being their support system. Whether it's my best friend dealing with work issues, or a new special friend dealing with his own divorce...I find strength in listening...hope in helping...and love for myself in learning that it's okay to let new people in. Good things happen to good people...