2012 marks the 12th year that I've lived on my own. In 2000, I finally got the guts to separate from my husband, Dennis. This was the beginning of the end of an 11 year relationship (8 years married). Of course, it wasn't truly the beginning of the end. The end had begun many years before. However, there was a few chain of events that finally made me realize, I did not belong in this relationship anymore. I had fallen in love with someone else. I did something I had vowed I would never do. I broke the agreement we made. I cheated on my husband. It was a secret. I had to leave. Only a few very close girlfriends knew the truth.
My first night alone in my new apartment was bizarre. I was numb. I was curled up in a ball, laying on the living room floor. I was crying so hard, for so long, that I was making noises I did not recognize. I was scared. I was alone. Yet, I was exhilarated. I was FREE. I could DO ANYTHING I WANTED. I answered to NO ONE. THIS WAS EXCITING. I had to figure this all out. I had to figure my heart out. WHO DID I BELONG WITH? MAYBE I DIDN'T BELONG WITH ANYONE? I made it through that night, and the next and the next. I don't regret one minute of my marriage. I don't regret one minute of my single life.
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