I Feel Alone
On the day I met my soon-to-be-ex husband in court, I was asked by the judge to wait in the hallway while she and attorneys consulted with my husband.
I have never felt so alone.
I sat trembling on that austere bench in that impersonal hall with tears streaming down my face. My past was in the courtroom, embodied in the man that had gone from lover to stranger, protector to persecutor. My future was unknown and unknowable. And my present was hell.
A hell that I felt like I was facing alone.
Because it felt like nobody could understand.
No one could relate.
Eventually, I learned that I wasn’t alone. I realized that others had been through similar situations and managed to survive and even thrive.