I finally knew what my path and future looked like.
Chris was gone—and he would never be a part of my life again. Not now, not years from now. There was no place for me in his world.
Ah, my dear heart... I haven't accepted this for long, but somehow, I did.
And maybe—just maybe—you've felt this too. Maybe parts of your story mirror mine. Perhaps, as you read each line, you think: "This is me."
We're ordinary people, living ordinary lives.
Our emotions, our expectations, our unanswered questions... they belong to all of us.
You're like me, aren't you?
These days, I'm overwhelmed again—between work, raising a child, and the constant struggles with the elders of the family. Writing to you is how I breathe during the unrest.
It's been three years since the divorce, but my mother still hasn't accepted it.
She acts like we lost a perfect son-in-law.
But deep down, I think what really bothers her is this: "You're such a beautiful woman—how did you end up marrying a man like him?"
She can't accept that I made the wrong choice.
And I get it, Mom. Just like I understand everyone else, I understand you too.
One day, you'll come to terms with it—though I don't know when.
But here I am—with the most beautiful gift God could have given me: my child.
And I fight for him now.
I'm not looking for a new man. I don't want to fall in love.
I don't need the excitement of someone new.
All I care about is work, raising my child, earning money—doubling what I have.
Since the divorce, I haven't even flirted with another man, let alone date.
It's like I'm no longer attractive to anyone—not even one man has hit on me. Weird, right?
I guess the "dad role" really stuck to me. My masculine energy must be off the charts. Hehehe.
But you know what?
I'm not unhappy. I feel light. Determined. Focused.
Because honestly... who has the energy now?
Getting to know someone new, figuring out all their quirks and flaws, starting another emotional adventure?
I swear—I have zero interest.