The Day You’re Supposed to Heal
The internet told me it takes 18 months to heal from divorce (547.5 days)
“Siri, how many days until February 28, 2021?”
I want to write ahead of the day so that when it comes, I can welcome it for whatever it is, maybe without noticing at all.
This is my day. An 18-month old is still testing boundaries, wondering to herself, “Can I really do that?” and delighting when she discovers for herself that “Yes! Yes, she can!”
One could say I’m “cursed with dates” but I also have the super-power of being able to re-remember them. When watching someone self-destruct, there’s sometimes a latent wondering, “Whatever happened to them?” as old memories of friendships gone by wash over us.
It’s a gift to be able to say that I’m fine.
I’m okay, I’m still standing, learning, healing.
My personality has transformed. I shudder to say I’ve changed.
What’s changed? Besides my address, income, career, friend circle…
okay, well a lot!
I fought so hard for myself and the privilege of parenting my children. I won’t let anything get in the way of or lure me away from that again.
