Met future ex-husband: Age 17
Bling, bling, got the ring: Age 21
Got Hitched: Age 21
Ditched: Age 25
Current age: 26
Location: New York, NY
The best thing about being divorced in my twenties is…… The worst thing I ever imagined would happen, happened. And now, I’ve got nothing left to be afraid of.
I celebrated my divorce by…….. Shopping. Eating great food (preferably not made by me), doing a play, swing dancing, having fun with friends and above all, wooing myself.
My divorce anthem is……Like a phoenix, to rise from the ashes. Oh, do we mean a song? That’s my mantra. Ok, songs. “Stronger” by Kelly Clarkson’s been good to me. “Better in Time” by Leona Lewis. “A Better Son/Daughter” by Rilo Kiley. I’ll just send you a mix CD.
Advice for others just starting the divorce process: It’s called a break-up because it’s broken. Meaning, this is for the best. I know that’s the last thing you want to hear. This is where the faith part comes in. Chances are, if you’ve made it through the definining “this is over” moment, you’ve made it through the worst. You survived. You are a survivor. And therefore, a badass. You will lean, on other people, on family, and you’ll have good days, bad days, and worse days, but you will stand up straight again. I promise you.
If I could trash my wedding dress in any way, it would be: In a park with blue paint. And slowly, as the photo shoot progresses, to tear away pieces of the dress to reveal a blue dress, a blue phoenix underneath (can you tell I love this image?). Blue because, blue flame is the hottest flame.
Last word: It’s been the hardest year of my life, but also the most awakening, empowering one as well. I’m so grateful for Joelle and all of you amazing, sassy ladies. Welcome.