Here’s the Cosmopolitan Middle East Article Featuring Trash the Dress

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Here’s the Cosmopolitan Middle East Article Featuring Trash the Dress author Joelle Caputa and our support group member, Briana! The 7 steps to divorce celebration are adapted from the book, which you can order on Amazon.


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Wishin’ and Hopin’ and Cheatin’ and Healin’

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One year ago I walked out on my husband. I often forget this part of my story. Although I was the one to walk out first, he was the one who asked for the divorce. My relationship was a broken record of “Andrea’s fault” so, even then, I thought walking out was a sign of weakness, not a moment of clarity or strength. After I found the infamous text from the infamous mistress, I realized my relationship was over and I had been lied to and betrayed. Our relationship was long since broken, but the tipping point of infidelity started my entire world on fire.

It’s been an entire year and I couldn’t be happier. Finally I’m the person I have always wanted to be. I’m assertive. I have power and control of my life. I, for the first time in 26 years, feel pretty. My divorce was the best-worst thing that ever happened to me. Without the shit-show I wouldn’t have grown into the bad-ass lady I am right now. With that said, I still struggle.

I am a person who looks to others’ stories to find answers, meaning, or the slightest moment of solace. I suppose that’s why I chose to blog about my experiences. Recently I have been trying to find articles about healing from cheating. The only thing I really find is how to make a relationship work after infidelity. Mine didn’t work (thank goodness), but the toil is still real.

Cheating is the suckiest thing you can do to another person. It’s a betrayal beyond belief and it really really hurts. Cheating isn’t about any emotional or physical interactions…it’s about secrets, deceit, deception, and the cowardice to not deal with the problems at hand. After you get past the fact your safe person destroyed the constructs of your monogamous relationship, you are left with an aftermath of duplicity. You and your ex’s friend circle is in shambles. No one wants to get in the middle of anything, and those who do are wrought with turmoil no matter how hard they try to help both parties. As time goes by, the memory of the bellicose ninety-day-divorce-waiting-period fades and everyone moves on with their lives. It’s not the same. The couple can’t be at parties together anymore. The friend group has to figure out who they are going to invite when. And eventually, the mistress becomes apart of the group and you see that smiling photo of her, where you once stood, on Facebook. And you cry, all the way home from the Apple store.

This is my reality and I’m still figuring out how to reconcile the thoughts and feelings surrounding the fear of replacement and my inability to trust, something I’ve never had before. I’m learning that there isn’t much to do with these issues except see the facts and sit with the emotional scars that are healing more and more everyday. I was not replaced because I do not want to be that body with his arm around. I know she isn’t better than me. I often want to explain this with “well I never went after a married man” but that’s a simple thought. I have worth that is absent of any comparison to another. And I do trust people when they earn it, and it is possible to earn it.

After writing this, I still don’t have the answer to this struggle. How do you let go of betrayal? How do you trust again? How do you stop laughing at mistress jokes (okay, this one will never happen…for purely clinical healing reasons of course…)? All I know is, as cliche as it sounds, time really does heal, which sucks because it takes a lot of time. Though, each day gets a little easier. Each day I am able to laugh a little more. And each day, the aftermath smoke from the fire settles and the air gets a little easier to breath. 

Trash the Dress featured in Cosmo Middle East

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Trash the Dress is featured in the Real Life cover story for Cosmo Middle East’s July/ August issue- out now. Read my interview and find out the seven phases of young divorce. The story also includes a spotlight on Trash the Dress member Briana!

Trash the Dress Featured on She Knows

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Husband-hunting is the worst part of a Christian upbringing– and a cause of young divorce! Read my interview, which features excerpts of the book at SheKnows. Read the article Christianity made me obsessed with finding a husband.

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We’ll be posting excerpts from the book, inspiring quotes, spotlights on all the amazing twenty-something divorcees in our Faces of Young Divorce series and more.

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How I Survived My Divorce Week

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My divorce was not pretty. No, pretty isn’t the right word. My divorce wasn’t even a mediocre looking-something-or-other. It was a tornado of emotional turmoil that I often struggle to put into words. It’s the same, way too common, story…husband has some sort of existential crisis, finds some new lady to fill that void, and leaves his wife. What made my divorce extra difficult was not the legal and financial aspect, but emotional. After my husband split, a huge gray cloud of depression fell over my head and followed me everywhere I went. No matter what I did, I couldn’t escape. Because of that, I chose to cut contact with my ex except for brief emails about paperwork. I did this for 8 months, and after 8 months we had to see each other for the first time at our court hearing. When I got our summons for court my body flooded with anxiety. My feet started tapping and my stomach twisted into knots as I stared at the date and floor number of the courthouse. How was I supposed to face him?

My two worries was that I was either going to break down, cry, and drive my car into a lake next or say something hurtful, sassy, but honestly hilarious (insert mistress joke here). My logic told me I didn’t want to do either, so I worked like crazy to make sure I didn’t. I rehearsed our interaction in my head and then decided to make my divorce week the most kick ass week I could.

I first took some time off from work and traveled home to see the family. I had a lot of time to be with my biggest support system and get spoiled by my mom. I then went back to my home aka sexy single girl apartment with sexy cats.

The day before the court date I went to a custom jewelry shop and had some of the diamonds taken out of my ring and made into a pendant. This was a very exciting process. I didn’t want a sketchy pawn-star to rip off my expensive band of diamonds, so I chose to create something that will always remind me of this hardship and how you can pull anything apart and make it into something beautiful and new.

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Divorce day! The court process went smoothly. He said 3 words to me and I was bubbly and polite and even talked weather with the court officer. I didn’t cry or make any angry ex-wife comments. Pretty much, I kicked ass and took names. I then walked a few blocks and got my divorce tattoo.

The quote is from one of my favorite songs by my favorite band, “Bright Lights” by Placebo. It says “A Heart That Hurts, Is A Heart That Works.” That has resonated with me for a long time, but even more now. I often get stuck in why this divorce hurt so much, and why eight months later it still hurts. But really, it’s supposed to hurt, and if it didn’t hurt, that might be more worrisome.


The day after divorce day. I had a party…a straight up glitter stiletto, way too many shots, and delicious divorce cake party. It was phenomenal. I invited so many people, expecting 2 or 3 to show up. But so many people came out of the woodworks to support and party with me. Besides the congratulatory air of the party, the highlight was the cake. I stole a few aspects of other divorce cakes I found on the web and created this masterpiece. No only was it delicious, but just about every bartender and other tavern-goers came to take a picture of it.


For eight months I feared my divorce week. I imagined a week of emotional crisis, and to be honest, it might have been that kind of week if I didn’t plan such meaningful and fun events with the best group of people I’ve ever known. I suppose when life gives you lemons, get a tattoo and eat chocolate cake.

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Single Girl Travels!

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I have been going through a really tough period over the course of the last few months, and it got so bad that I finally did one of these:

In a whirlwind of an afternoon of frustration at work, I decided to take an entire weekend off (unheard of in a job where you only work nights and weekends) and go on a mini-road trip by myself.  I am a planner by nature, but in this case I was so over everything that was going on that I did the absolute least amount of planning I possibly could (a.k.a. I booked a hotel) and then didn’t think about it again.  It turned out to be exactly what I needed!

I took off on a five and a half hour road trip at dinnertime on Friday, bound for Chicago.  My family had been several times when I was a kid because my mom grew up just north of the city, but I had never been back as an adult.  In fact, I have a vivid memory of the last time I was there, because the fifth Harry Potter book came out the day after we arrived, and I made my mom find a Border’s (RIP) so we could wait in line at midnight to buy it.  Then I missed the rest of the trip and the whole drive home, because I immediately read it three times in a row.

Anyway, Chicago!

I love road trips, and this one was perfection.  There were hardly any other cars on the road until I hit the Chicago city limits.  It was clear skies and in the upper 50’s, which felt like summer compared to the temperatures in the teens and the wind chills below zero that have plagued us for the last few months.  To top that off, I was driving into the sunset for more than a half an hour, and it was glorious!

I faced a lot of fears on this trip, which surprised me.  I thought traveling alone was the only thing that would push me out of my comfort zone, but I was wrong!  I was in such a “screw it” mood that I didn’t plan or think about anything, even while I was there.  Not thinking means that you can’t overthink, which is one of my biggest enemies.

The first fear I faced was driving the Dan Ryan expressway through the outskirts of the city.  It’s basically eight lanes of terror and confusion!!  However, blasting “Welcome to New York” by Taylor Swift with your windows rolled down, singing at the top of your lungs will make driving into any major city pretty magical, no matter how nervous you are.
The next day, I took the train into the city with the mindset that I would just see whatever I could before dark.  I had a list of places I wanted to see in my pocket, a starting place in mind, and that was it!  Here are some of the things I saw:

I started at Millennium Park because I’ve never seen the Bean.  As luck would have it (ha), the park was closed because of the St. Patrick’s Day parade!  This was as close as I got; it was still neat to see, especially since I got a good skyline picture in it without a zillion tourists around it!

Next stop, Sears Tower!  I wanted to see the glass balconies on the Sky Deck, because they hadn’t been built the last time I was in the city.  I stood in line for a few minutes, Starbucks in hand, listening to the small families around me chattering and the excitement in everyone’s voices.  Something in that moment made me so overwhelmingly happy that I started to tear up.

I ended up buying a City Pass, which gave me fast passes to five of the major attractions in the city.  It was perfect, because the wait time to get on the elevator to the top was more than two hours, and I only ended up waiting 10 minutes!  I know standing in that line would have started the thinking process, and this way I was able to just do it.  The views from the top were gorgeous, as expected:

Without thinking about it, I got in line to go out on the glass balcony.  It was a bit of a long wait, but I chatted with the ladies ahead of me in line, and the fact that they were more scared than I was made me feel even braver for doing it!  It was terrifying to go out there with only a piece of glass between you and a 103 story plummet to your death…

I took that picture with my eyes closed.

I was shaking for a good 10 minutes after I came back in, partly from delayed nerves and partly from sheer exhilaration.

Basking in the glow of my fear-conquering, I headed back toward the southern side of the parks, where all the museums are.  I grabbed a sandwich for lunch and sat on a bench outside the aquarium to eat.  What a lovely view!

Next stop was Shedd Aquarium, which is the largest indoor aquarium in the world!  It was pretty fabulous, though I didn’t get to see the whole thing.  Somehow I didn’t use my City Pass correctly and I think I snuck in by accident…whoops!  It was fun and relaxing to walk around the first-floor exhibits.


After the aquarium, I headed to the planetarium.  I was giddy at the fact that this was a thing I could do, because I am fascinated by space and astronomy, and I’ve never been to a planetarium before!  I loved learning more about the history of astronomy, and the things being done today to discover more about space.  There was a chalkboard wall for people to write messages, and I found one of my favorite quotes by Carl Sagan:


(Also, it was Ultimate Pi Day, hooray! 3/14/15 @ 9:26:53 …it only happens once a century, folks!)

One of my favorite parts about the whole day was seeing a show in the planetarium.  It was so wonderful I cried more than once…I wish I could have gone to all the shows they had!

After the planetarium show, I headed to the Field Museum, which houses Sue the T. Rex.  I was really excited for this museum, because natural history museums are so fun and interesting!  Unfortunately, I got there too late and the museum was closed.  Bummer!  I contented myself with this outdoor dinosaur, and debated about where to go next.


Navy Pier was the next thing on my list to see, and one of the only ones that was still feasible to do before the sun started to go down.  It was a little under two and a half miles up the lake from where I was, and such an enjoyable (if chilly) walk!


I walked a lot during my day…I started to map it out to see what my total distance was, but I did so much “wandering” in between attractions that I actually have no idea where I was all day!  On my way to the Pier, I saw Trump Tower from down the river, which was pretty cool.


I finally made it, and then realized I didn’t know what I was going to do there!  I decided to wander around to see what there was to see, and ended up at the Ferris wheel.  Being that I’m scared of heights, these things scare the bejeezus out of me.  I haven’t been on one since I was probably seven or eight years old because they make me cry.  Following the theme of the day, I somehow found myself buying a ticket and hopping on before I had given it a second thought.  I immediately regretted this decision when I was halfway up the first side…I spent the whole ride listening to the Frank Sinatra piping through the speaker in the car, hanging onto the side, and swearing like a sailor on leave.


It was not enjoyable in the least…I hated every second of it, and it cemented the idea in my head that Ferris wheels are the worst contraption known to man.  But I am happy that I can say I did it!  Riding the Ferris wheel didn’t bring the exhilaration with it that the Sky Deck at the tower did, but I’m happy to report I at least didn’t die, and I faced another fear in the process!

The sun was starting to go down at this point, which meant it was time to start the long walk back to my train.  I only got “lost” once, and I was pretty proud when I ended up back in an area of the city that I recognized from walking around earlier in the day!  I saw a few things up close and personal that I’d only seen from afar earlier:

The Chicago Theatre

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The end of the day was just as perfect as the beginning.  I rode the train to the hotel, grabbed a beer and a burger from the Bar Louie at my hotel, and fell asleep reading a book in bed.  Perfection!

My last hurrah before leaving town was a meet-up with a fellow Trash the Dress online support group member, Alyssa.  We’ve known each other in the group and been Facebook friends for a little while, but it was so lovely to meet in person and have breakfast with her and her daughter!  We had some pancakes, some laughs, and an overall great time.  That made me want to come back to Chicago just as much as all my sightseeing and fear-facing from the day before!


I learned a lot of things on this trip.  It’s the first time I’ve ever traveled completely alone, and it was amazing!

I learned that the best thing about traveling alone is that you can do what you want, when you want, and you don’t have to worry about what anyone else wants to do.  No more of this: “What do you want to do?” ‘I don’t care, what do you want to do?’

I learned that you can’t ever get lost if you aren’t going anywhere in particular.  If you have the chance, visit a new city and just wander.


I learned that living life is so much more fun if you aren’t trapped behind your smartphone/camera screen.  I snapped a few pictures and I checked my map a few times, but otherwise my phone was out of sight and out of mind the whole day.  I saw the scenery, I noticed the details, I did some people-watching, and I loved every minute of it!


Lastly, I learned that a rain coat is always appropriate travel attire…especially if your rain coat is green and it happens to be St. Patrick’s Day weekend.  You’ll fit right in!

Now…go have an adventure!

My new Huffington Post blog: 18 Inspirational Tattoos That Celebrate Divorce

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Trash the Dress members share their divorce tattoos. Read 18 Inspirational Tattoos That Celebrate Divorce on HuffingtonPost.