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I Won’t Be the Stereotypical Divorcee
Yet here I am
I am the daughter of a badass. A woman way ahead of her time. She raised five children alone when most two-parent households couldn’t accomplish the job.
I was fearless.
I wasn’t afraid to leave my husband. I was Rosemarie’s daughter. She figured it out. So would I. My friends cautioned me. How will you survive? You’ve waited too long. You’ve been a stay-at-home mom foreva.
No matter.
I was up for the struggle. I left my eyes wide open. I was independent as soon as I left for college. And before that, I paid for the majority of my high school expenses.
But my dad was a lamb compared to the lion I would divorce.
As I said, I was ready for the struggle. The good kinda struggle not the pathetic type. I was going to overcome the odds as my mother had. Which meant the grind was followed by rebuilding.
A climb emotionally, financially, and spiritually.
Not a backslide.
It’s as if my caveman-esque husband scripted it. Well, he did actually. Leave the wife with nothing. Give her the demeaning experience of declined credit cards. Introduce her to a complete lack of dignity as she finds herself nearly homeless.
