I recently came across a post about a woman devastated after her husband ended their 30+ year marriage. It struck a deep chord with me. Whether it’s five years or thirty, the pain is real. It’s the deep hurt of betrayal—of vows once made with sacred intent being tossed aside.
On our wedding day, we commit to stand by each other through thick and thin. But let’s be honest—more often than not, it’s the woman who makes all the sacrifices. While the man focuses on his career and wears the title of “breadwinner” proudly, we’re expected to slow down, take care of the home, raise the kids, and support his dreams. And after years of pouring into everyone else, one day we wake up to find ourselves discarded—our social circles gone, our routines dismantled, and he’s off living his second youth with a younger woman while we’re left picking up the emotional rubble.
Ladies, this has to stop. There’s nothing wrong with choosing to be a homemaker, but from my own painful experience, I can tell you—have something that is just yours. A passion. A career. A purpose outside of your family. Don’t lose yourself completely. Marriage should be an equal partnership. Men are just as capable of nurturing children and supporting the home. There’s no rule that says women must bear the entire emotional and physical load.
I call divorce a slow death to an incredible beginning because that’s exactly how it felt for me. My world crumbled when I was pushed out of the very family business I helped build. I gave up my career as a pharmacist to help launch a franchising company with him. Before age 30, we were financially secure and successful. But success wasn’t enough for him. He wanted more—more women, more parties, less responsibility. I was left betrayed not only by him, but by the very people I employed who became part of his infidelity.
I was shattered. Alone with two babies—one barely three, the other just one. I remember staring at the future with paralyzing fear. But somewhere deep down was a tiny flicker of light—a whisper of hope. And that’s what I followed. Inch by inch. Tear by tear. Day by day.
That journey led me to rediscover who I truly was and what I was capable of. Eventually, I met a wonderful partner—one who restored my faith in love. We spent 27 beautiful years together before I tragically lost him to medical negligence in 2024. But even through that loss, I stand stronger than ever because both him and my daughters rebuilt my self-confidence.
I vowed never again to rely emotionally or financially on anyone else. I built a life rooted in resilience, purpose, and self-love.
So to the woman feeling broken by divorce right now: you will rise. It’s not the end. It’s the slow, painful shedding of a past that will eventually clear the path to your most incredible beginning. Do not forget, Divorce is a slow death to an incredible beginning.
