The 9 Eye-Opening Realizations That Helped Me Recover From an Unwanted Divorce

When you’re facing an unwanted divorce, it’s natural to be mired in the unfairness and tragedy of it all. Goodness knows, I spent a significant amount time cursing what was done to me and focusing on what was taken from me against my will.

Healing came in slowly, with plenty of missteps and false starts. From my vantage point now, almost ten years since life as I knew it ended, these are the powerful “aha moments” that eventually propelled me forward. Some of these realizations were like a sweet offering, immediately bringing me peace. Others were like a bitter pill, unpleasant at first but promised relief once consumed.

Taken together, these are the understandings that allowed me to move beyond the trauma and devastation of an unwanted divorce. Perhaps they can help you too.

1 – It wasn’t about me.

Of course this was about me, I assumed. My husband lied to me. Cheated on me. Stole from me. Obviously, he was somehow motivated by a desire to destroy me, right?

From The Power in Applying the Four Agreements to Divorce:

I was taking it personally. In reality, he was not thinking of my well-being any more than I considered his during the divorce. Once I realized that his decisions and actions were about him, not me, I could stop reacting defensively and start seeing more rationally. He was hurting too.

This was one of those bitter pills. After all, the pictures of my husband and his other wife cavorting with monkeys in Africa (while I was still keening through the nights) certainly didn’t make it look like he was hurting. But by looking at the more subtle clues, I could see otherwise.

Understanding that he was acting to alleviate his own pain didn’t erase mine and it certainly didn’t excuse his selfish and callous actions. Yet the realization that I was more collateral damage than an intended target made the truth just a little easier to accept.

The awareness that this was bigger than me continued to evolve.

From You’re Not Special:

I would read or listen about the depths of pain others experienced through divorce and silently believe that my pain had to be different.


And I had plenty of evidence to back up my belief. After all, how many 16 year relationships end with a text, fraud and bigamy?

It was a great excuse to delay the real work of healing for a time; by focusing on the sordid details, I gave myself a reason to ignore the collective wisdom from the universal experience of love and loss. On the surface, I would graciously accept guidance and advice while tacitly believing that it didn’t apply to me.

Because I thought that my situation, my experience, my pain was special.

I focused on what set me apart rather than what bound me to the common.

In reading fiction, I learned to let down my stubborn insistence that my pain, my experience was unique. I realized that when it comes to pain, the details don’t matter.

I empathized with characters facing illness, losing loved ones in myriad ways, dealing with natural and manmade disasters and even with those experiencing what would be classified by most as a minor loss. I related to the antagonists and protagonists, men and women, children and elderly and even the occasional non-human. In almost every story, I found elements shared with my own.

My focus blurred, editing out the details and seeing instead the ever-present themes of love and loss, of fear and shame and of hope and persistence.

I wasn’t special.

And I welcomed that realization.

We often stubbornly hold onto our pain, allow it to become part of our identity. Therefore, the realization that it isn’t ours to carry alone is a gift of freedom. Yet it’s a gift that we have to out into action…

2 – Healing was my responsibility.

This truth was the most difficult for me to accept. In fact, I railed against it. He was the one who made these choices, caused this damage. How could I be the one to mend it?

For much of that first year, I would play this little mind game with myself, “It will all be okay if…” The sentence would then be completed with a variety of actions that others (my ex, the courts) would take. I promised myself that I would be able to let go and get on with it just as soon as this thing happened.

From What Would Make It All Okay:

I played out certain scenarios in my mind and found that each time, the relief would be temporary and greatly lacking.

I finally had to accept the conclusion that there was nothing that could make it all okay.

Nothing that is, except myself.

Okay wasn’t going to come from the courts. Okay wasn’t going to be linked to a bank transfer or prison sentence. Okay wasn’t even going to come from him.

I had to figure out how to create okay on my own.

At some point, I realized the absurdity of wanting some words or actions from him before I could heal. This was a man of questionable character and limited integrity. Why would I ever entrust my well-being to him?

From The Four Words That Are Holding You Back (and The Four Words to Say Instead):

The problem with, “It’s not my fault,” is that it so easily slides into “And therefore there’s nothing I can do about it.”

And the two declarations are vastly different.

Replace “It’s not my fault” with “It is my responsibility.”

Rather than point fingers (or waste your time and money on those that help you pass blame), use those fingers to grab your own bootstraps.

Nobody else is going to do it for you.


Your future is your responsibility.

Your well-being is your responsibility.

Your happiness is your responsibility.

And if you don’t accept that responsibility, that IS your fault.


It is my responsibility to …

Shift my attention from what happened to me to what I am going to make happen.

Focus on what I can do.

See my limitations as my starting point, not as excuses to never start.

Be realistic with my goals.

Set a limit to the amount of energy I expend on placing blame. That energy can be put to better use.

Surround myself with people who believe I can.

Ask for (and accept) help when I need it.

To refuse to allow somebody else to define me.

Communicate my needs clearly and calmly.

Manage my emotions so that they do not control me.

Establish and maintain appropriate boundaries.

Speak and act with kindness. Towards others and also towards myself.

Believe in myself and act in accordance with that belief.

Yet still, this felt wrong. It was an emotional hit and run. Surely he should pay. Which leads me to the next realization…

3 – Fairness is Bullshit.

I thought I needed him to pay. It didn’t seem right that he could act so callously and get away with it. When the court system failed to produce any real consequences for his unethical and even illegal actions, I turned to karma, convinced she wouldn’t let me down.

But apparently, at least when it comes to my situation, karma works only on her own terms. Because while my world was reduced to rubble, my ex’s life seemed to be running along just fine.

“It’s not fair!” I wailed when I learned of yet another debt he had incurred that I had to pay. “It’s not fair,” I muttered to myself as his other wife’s blog spoke of intimacy while I spent my nights alone. “It’s not fair,” I chanted, looking for some sort of cosmic balance that would create some sense out of all this chaos.

Fairness, in a quid pro quo sense, doesn’t exist outside of movies. No matter how equitable the circumstances appear to be, the reality is that each person often feels as though their share is lacking (as anyone who has tried to give equal gifts to siblings can attest). No matter what consequences he faced, it would never be enough to balance the scales I had erected in my mind.

Eventually I released that this plea for fairness wasn’t really about a need for justice (even though I still wanted him to feel the pain he inflicted upon me). What I really wanted was a reassurance that I would be okay, that all of this bad would be counterbalanced by good. I didn’t really want revenge; I wanted hope.

Fairness is a mirage. An illusion. You can insist it’s real and chase it all you want, but it’s impossible to catch. Because fairness is bullshit, which also means…

4 – Energy directed towards him was wasted.

As soon as my ex husband sent me the text that ended our marriage, my life was no longer entwined with his.

Unfortunately, I didn’t receive that message until much later.

While the divorce was ongoing, I Googled him endlessly, convincing myself that I needed to know what he was doing in order to finalize the divorce. I entertained the “what ifs,” proclaiming that if only he had acted differently, that the outcome would be altered.

From At Some Point, It’s No Longer About the Nail:

In the beginning, I made it all about him.

What he did.

Why he did it.

How he did it.

Where he was.

Who he was.

It was an escape of a sort. A distraction. If I stayed focused on him, I didn’t have to think about me.

What I was going to do now that my life was washed away.

Why this happened to me.

How I was going to survive and rebuild.

Where I was going to live.

And who I was without him.

I turned my energy towards him because it was easy. Blame is easy. And since energy is a finite resource, as long as I directed it towards things I could not change, I had a handy excuse to not make any changes within my own life.

Eventually, it sunk in that all of this energy I expended on him was wasted. It poured out of me, left me drained and offered nothing in return. If I was going to be exhausted, I decided that I might as well get something out of it.

So I vowed to focus that energy on myself, which allowed this next truth to become apparent…

5 – My happiness wasn’t tied to his.

From What Happens to the Ones Who Leave:

For a long time (longer than I like to admit), I needed my ex to be in pain. It was almost as though I saw it as some sort of tug-of-war with only a limited amount of happiness to share between us. And so I had to pull his away to ensure that there was enough for me.

When I heard that he was doing poorly, I felt a little better. When he seemed to be thriving, I felt even worse about my own situation.

After so many years together, it was simply unimaginable that our lives – and our happiness – was no longer intertwined.

This realization came from some boundaries set by my now-husband when we first started dating. He saw the anger in me, validated its existence and also stated that it was not compatible with our relationship in the long run.

I was faced with the harsh truth that I was hesitant to release this anger because in many ways, it was last tie that bound me to my ex husband. Over the next few years, I worked to find a place of detached compassion for my ex. To the point where now, I even wish him happiness.

Another insight from this realization was that the less satisfied I was with my own life, the more I reacted to any thought of him doing well. It was a clear sign that I needed to work on building my life…

6 – A bad day does not signify a bad life.

I posted several goals for myself in those early months, everything from learn to cook a gluten free meal to secure a new job. My goals kept me busy. I ran my first race, started writing a book and eventually began dating again (which was also a goal of mine).

My life existed in two separate spheres – I had the realm where I was broke, facing the unknown legal battles and reeling from the betrayal. On the other hand, I had my amazing friends and family, a steady income and a growing social life. For the most part, I was doing okay, in part thanks to the honeymoon period after divorce.

Until those moments when I wasn’t.

In those terrible moments when reality slammed me to my knees, I easily believed that my life was over. I just couldn’t fathom how I would ever trust again. Deciding I was broken, I worried I would remain alone and unloved. It felt like I could never climb back out again.

But that was fear talking.

From Not Every Day is a Good Day. Show Up Anyway:

On those bad days, there is the temptation to crawl back under the covers and wait for the next sunrise to signal a do-over. Our minds feel pulled towards what’s not going right, thinking about it even past the point where thinking is needed. The plummet of our emotions seems as inevitable as a raft in whitewater poised at the top of a waterfall. We yearn to avoid the discomfort and so we try to distract with food, a drink or busyness. And the idea that things can be better is nothing but a distant possibility, so hazy that it seems like the false hope of a mirage.

Not every day is a good day.

Yet even if the chips are down and the tears are frequent, it is still YOUR day.

You can make the decision to show up anyway.

To proclaim, “Damn it. I am going to be present. I am going to persist. I am going to be positive.”

My husband likes to say that loyalty isn’t about being there when things are good; it is about being there when things are bad.

Be faithful to yourself.

Even on the bad days, show up.

And never confuse a bad day for a bad life.

Once I accepted the non-linear, Chutes and Ladders nature of healing, I found that I was much more patient with the inevitable setbacks. I was able to limit my fear and frustrations when bad days happened, which led to the awareness that…

7 – I can moderate my emotional responses.

It seemed impossible.

For the better part of a year, I avoided driving by my old home. Even turning down a neighboring street would cause my heart rate to skyrocket, my legs to tremble and the tears to well in the corner of my eyes.

I pretty much accepted that these sort of emotional overreactions were now to be expected and I might as well invest in extra Kleenex and maybe a car without a clutch that my trembling legs struggled with.

And then I met my now-husband and his amazing dog, Tiger. At first, it was scary learning to walk a hundred-pound enthusiastic pit bull. My anxiety would rise and with it, his tendency to misbehave. Slowly and with the help of others, I learned how to manage my emotional response.

From You Are NOT How You Feel: 8 Ways to Create Space With Your Emotions:

The yoga class I attended this morning ended with a lovely meditation on loving detachment. We so easily identify with our feelings. “I’m scared, therefore this must be dangerous.” “I’m sad, so this loss must be catastrophic.” “I’m angry and you must have done something to provoke that.”

Yet even though we feel these things, we are not these things.

And just because we experience these feelings, it does not mean that they are true.

When we are too close with our emotions, we become perceptively impaired, listening to what is bubbling up from within rather than observing what is around.

Great peace can come from taking a step back, creating space between you and your feelings. Not to deny them or to judge them, but to notice them and accept them.

It’s the difference between standing out in the storm and watching the deluge through the window.

This wasn’t the most difficult realization to accept, but it has been the most challenging to fully implement. The emotional debris left behind by an unwanted divorce is not easy to sift through. Ultimately, I had to accept…

8 – I’ll never understand and that’s okay.

I was obsessed with finding a label. At first, it was sociopath. Then, it shifted to narcissist. I wanted a name to explain why he did what he did and a diagnosis to offer some sort of solace in pathology.

From You Don’t Need to Understand in Order to Move On:

But no matter how hard I tried, understanding remained elusive. I knew much of the “what,” but little of the “why,” much like a student that simply memories material for the exam without fully comprehending any of it. I finally reached two realizations:

1 – I was attempting to apply rational thought to irrational actions. I simply wouldn’t be able to understand because there wasn’t a logical motivation or explanation for what had occurred. It is simply not possible to make sense of the senseless.

2 – Part of my struggle to understand originated from the fact that I couldn’t fathom, no matter the circumstances, making the same decisions he did. My brain couldn’t go there, even as a purely cognitive exercise. You cannot understand what you cannot even imagine and sometimes an inability to comprehend is a reflection of your character.

The drive for understanding partially came from a misunderstanding of closure. I thought that closure would come when I had all the answers.

What I eventually learned was that closure came when I no longer cared about the answers. I knew that I had moved on when trying to diagnose and analyze him became boring instead of obsessive. In fact, I eventually reached the point where I was grateful that this happened because…

9 – Different can be better.

“I want what I had,” I would tell people when they asked if I wanted to date and/or marry again.

Little did I know what else was out there. And that different can actually be better.

From Can You Find Happiness With a New Partner After Unwanted Divorce?

After an unwanted divorce, all you feel is the loss and all you know is what you had. There’s a tendency to smooth over the rough edges and idealize the person who left. The sense of deprivation causes a panicked grasping, an almost-obsessive need to try to hold on to whatever you can of your former partner. Every ounce of your being is focused on the void you feel and you naturally seek to want to stuff your ex back into that space to fill that hole.

Sometimes this manifests through repeated attempts to win the ex back or a more subtle yet persistent pining for the one who left. Other times it shows up by trying to sift through the single scene looking for a doppelgänger to replace what was lost.

You miss what you know and you don’t know what you haven’t had.

In my case, I did decide to marry again. But that’s not what made me heal or brought new happiness into my life. Those came from accepting my new reality while at the same time refusing to be limited by it.

Once I replaced, “Why me?” with “What now?” life began to open.

Thank you for sharing!

15 thoughts on “The 9 Eye-Opening Realizations That Helped Me Recover From an Unwanted Divorce

  1. Hi! It’s been three weeks since my husband dropped the bomb that he wanted a divorce. We were married 15 years. I’ve been reading your posts since day two and they have been helpful. I read this post yesterday and it helped, but when I read it a second time, it helped more. Yesterday was a hard day of packing up his things and finding pictures and cards that said things like, “you are the best thing that ever happened to me.” My husband didn’t completely ghost me, but he doesn’t want to talk. Last night, in a weak moment, I asked him to call me and he did.(I have no more family, they have all died, so I felt like I had no one to talk to but him.) It was bad, but sort of helpful. Your words that I was collateral damage rather than the intended target are really helping me. I knew my husband was hurting too, but after talking to him, I found out so much more. He doesn’t even know me or see ME anymore. He said so many things about me that just aren’t true. Every memory he has is distorted, with me being the bad guy. I know he has been depressed for a while, but I had no idea it was so bad. He is in the military and he won’t seek help because he’s afraid it will end his career. Even after talking to him for several minutes, trying to convince him that I was not who he said I am, he said he was afraid to talk anymore because he was afraid I was recording the conversation so I could blame him for everything and take everything from him. He started to cry, saying I would take half his retirement and mess him up even more. So anyway, needless to say, all of this hurts like hell, because it really is out of nowhere. Even he admits that he snapped for some reason. I’m 48 and not very optimistic about my future, but, we’ll see what happens.This whole thing completely sucks and I’m an absolute mess, but I’m hoping if I can just keep focusing on the bit that it’s not me, and I’m just collateral damage, I’ll make it through.

    1. Heather, wow do I feel and know that pain. So very many things you’ve said are so similar to my own story. I’m sorry for what you’re going through.There is no one word that covers so much. I’m 58 as of last month, divorced over 5 years ago, 18 year marriage, with no closure when he left, or anytime after. I know I’ll never get that, he’s not capable of it, but I understand why, and have accepted it. I’ve also been totally no contact as my ex was a fabulous manipulator. I had no choice, and honestly, I don’t ever want to speak or see him anywhere ever again.
      IT DOES GET BETTER! I never thought I’d be saying that, but in time, (in your own time), you’ll feel that too. I’m so glad you found Lisa as soon as you did. She’s truly been an inspiration to me, and countless others. Your strengths will get you through. Much love and hugs to you 💕

    2. Oh, my heart hurts for both of you. It sounds like he’s really struggling and not able to handle it well, thus taking you down as well. How painful and frustrating and confusing that must be for you. One of the hardest truths we have to face in life is that we can’t “fix” others and that sometimes love is not enough. You’re doing the right thing by reminding yourself that this is not about you. Focus on your healing; that’s what you can control.

      Sending you hope and hugs❤️

  2. I’ve read so many of your blog posts (over and over), these last few years that I feel like I know you personally. Your ability to write with such meaning and raw truths, have helped me many times, and if I haven’t said it before, I’m so grateful for finding you, Lisa, when I did. I find new meaning each time I re-read your posts, when something has changed or I’ve had more “aha” moments.

    Thank you, Lisa 😊

  3. Each time I read what you post I am just amazed at your ability to get to the heart of a matter. Not just gloss it over, but really analyze it. I am so very thankful for your gift and your desire to share it.

  4. I have been divorced for 4 years now and single for 5. I started reading your posts from the first month after I was informed by the mistress that my husband was having an affair with her for the past 2 years already. We were married for 13 years at that point. She is a co-worker and 15 years younger that me and they “reached goals together” as they put it to me. Needless to say I was devastated. Yes, I was one of those woman that thought my marriage was perfect. But, as one of your posts point out – I was happy because he made sure I was happy, in order not to become suspicious.
    These last 5 years has been hell. Not only that I also lost my house, also have been stunned by how his personality change over night and having to share my kids with the mistress,…its the small things …. going to bed at night alone!! Waking up alone… just going to buy bread alone is debilitating. The fact that nobody has my back!! Nobody that loves me like he did, that would kill a bear for me….nobody truly loves me anymore.
    Life sucks…even after all these years I am still not over him. Not that he want me back in any way, he has moved on, he married her and they have a baby now!!
    Life sucks in a cruel way. The whole day I deflect my thoughts away from them. Trying to be happy. Making new friends. Doing new things. I am really trying BUT then you go to bed and you dream of him!!! And you can not control your dreams! Sometimes awful dream, replaying the day I found out, sometimes he comes back to me only to leave me again, sometimes we are intimate ect And the next day is hell all over again. My mood changes, I feel depressed for days on end. And this is why it is not fair!
    I feel that he is happily moving on with life while I am stuck with thoughts and dreams of a happier life. I am still in love with him, not today’s him, but my him. I am petrified that I will not be able to love someone as much as I loved him.
    He actually brought out the best in me.
    How do I stop romanticizing him, how do I start hating him, how do I get over him.

    I often wonder if you got over your ex because you met and fall in love with your now husband. I can honestly say that I have not met anyone in the last 5 years that is even marriage material. I try, not to compare them with him. I am trying to be open minded. But at 47 I really think the good men out there are taken.
    I just wish that I can meet someone that I can fall in love with and move on too!

    1. I can hear the pain and frustration in your words. And they are both SO understandable.

      You ask a good question. I’ve thought about it throughout the day. It wasn’t meeting my now-husband that helped me move on. I really think that I had an easier time than most is the initial “falling out of love” part because the end was so sudden and so complete. It’s a lot easier to move on when there is nothing and nobody left to see. Whereas as it sounds like you have it in your face. I wonder if there is anything you can do to create some extra distance?

      I also hear your fear. I felt the same, even after I started dating my now-husband. Partly because it was hard to do real instead of playing make-believe. I just constantly reminded myself in the begin that things only seemed good with my ex because he only showed me what I wanted to see.

      I also have faith that there are good men out there at any age. My husband was not marriage material until later in life and I have multiple friends who met their partners in their 50s, 60s and even 70s. Some men take time to become good men and others have been good men but with the wrong woman.

      You deserve love. REAL love with somebody who sees you and values you.

  5. Also wanted to mention that I love your posts. I like your honesty. I feel like I relate to your posts. I use your advise and I love your pod casts.
    Thanks Karen

    1. Thank you for your reply. Your posts are so refreshing and helpful. I have read and listened to so many advise columns. The “No-Contact-Rule”, ” how to win your husband back ” ect. and it all just leads to false hope. Whereas you talk about the actual pain, and the understanding of time to heal takes a long time. The truths about unwanted divorces. I have listed to your Pod Cast on “Message for those in pain” many, many times. On days that I feel especially lovely, I listen to it while I work.
      Please do more Pod Casts .
      Thank you

      1. I despise all those “quick fixes” promotions for anything. As I tell my students, anything worthwhile takes effort. And often WAY more work/time than we anticipate.

        And I’ll keep making videos. I’m glad that one has brought you some comfort 😊

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