P.S.

Some of you out there know me personally, some of your only through the internet and this cool blogging world. I wanted to add a postscript to the last post, to explain how truly grateful I am.

I was married at 25 and divorced at 30. I was mentally abused, worn down, made to feel as if I had nothing worth giving. I wasn't this and I wasn't that. So much for not believing in divorce. Hey, when one partner wants out, the other is left holding the bag.

I went home to my parent's, depressed, unable to function, save go to work and come back. I went to lick my wounds, tail between my legs, feeling like failure. I had to find myself again. That was 1997.

I entered nursing school. I realized I was smart. I went to counseling every week during the school year- it's free at the university. I went for 2.5 years. Then, one day, I realized I didn't need to go anymore. I had worked out my demons. I smiled at my AMAZING counselor and said "I don't think I need to come anymore." He smiled. "I don't either." I graduated with a BSN and entered into critical care. That was 2000.

I met my amazing husband in 2001. It seemed like I had been single forever. He was the man I was waiting my whole life for. He loves me for who I am. He takes the good and the bad. He calms me. He makes me laugh. We were blessed to get pregnant right away, while one of my dearest friends struggled with infertility. It was a hard place to be, but instead of it coming between our friendship, she rejoiced with me. And a few years later she was blessed with a child too.

So, if you'd asked me, way back after I was divorced, if I'd ever be married or have children, I would have said no. But, luckily for me, God said YES.