Chapter Two – Keep on Keeping On
6 Jul 2016
It seems that this “story” needs a chapter update, for chapter one is getting pretty stale.
In the eyes of the state, I’ve been single for about 2 years now. While the Big Break Up happened nearly a year before that, I pretty much call those 10 months a wash. I’m pretty sure that time was mostly wildly varying emotional surges, soaked liberally in wine.
By the time the actual divorce went through, I had finally wrestled my emotions under control. I spent the next year and a half rediscovering myself. After living with someone who essentially controlled every aspect of my life, the freedom to choose my own adventure was heady.
I changed my image. I starting singing again. I took an epic trip to Europe. I got a new job and moved to a new city. I adopted a puppy. I got back into theater. I reconnected with family and friends. I made new friends. I regained parts of myself I thought I had lost and redefined other parts.
I’m not the person I used to be. Yet, I’m not yet who I want to be. I can say that I’m the best me I’ve ever been. Sure, I’m flawed. I’m scarred. I have imperfections. Sometimes I backslide. However, I’ve learned to accept that I’m a work in progress.
Chapter One – The Original Story:
My name is Branwen. (Of course it isn’t.) I’m pushing 40 and after 14 years of loyal service, I’m
about five minutes from being recently divorced. Of course in this age of convenience divorce and disposable relationships, being separated doesn’t make me unique. However, a decade and a half ago I never pictured that this is where I would be when the Big Four-O loomed on the not so distant horizon.
This isn’t intended to be the story of how The Douche broke my heart, lied, cheated and ruthlessly used me. Nor is it the tale of my “friend”, The Strumpet, who delivered the cruelest of betrayals. (Names have been changed to protect me from libel suits.)
This is instead, a chronicle of my journey to rediscover what it’s like to be on my own and the pursuit of that elusive thing called “happiness.” Some of this may be tongue-in-cheek (a tried and true self-preservation technique) and fair warning, it’s extremely opinionated, but all of it is honest…