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Divorce is never a pleasant experience. Jennifer Harris is sharing how she made her way through her traumatic experience in the hopes of helping others to be able to do the same and come out so much better on the other side. Read an excerpt and then follow the tour for more. Best of luck in the giveaway!
Looking back on everything, it's clear to me that the process of going through a divorce is a complete journey. It can be a journey that ruins you, or it can be a journey that leads you to a brighter and stronger place in your life. For me, it started as a journey that almost ruined me. There were so many points where I found myself spiraling out of control. At times throughout my experiences in the divorce process, I couldn’t even recognize myself.
It’s important to give yourself grace, knowing that there may be a point in your journey where you go through downtimes and possibly even feel like things are spiraling out of control. Set an expectation for yourself that you know the divorce journey will not be easy and that at some point, you may even feel as if you are at rock bottom. Then know that you can rebuild from there. Your rock bottom might look different than mine. Your rock bottom might be one day crying in the bathtub with a glass of wine, or it might look like losing everything you've had—friends, family, finances, belongings, maybe even children for a little bit and having to start from scratch. But I need you to know that no matter where your spiral or rock bottom takes you, you are going to come back from it.
The only way a caterpillar turns into a butterfly is by becoming this disgusting, gooey mess inside of a cocoon. If a caterpillar can be completely broken down (literally, tissue is dissolved) and lose its entire identity—the only identity it knew all of its life—then go on to become this majestic, beautiful, flying creature, why can't you do the same? What happens to the caterpillar isn't as crazy as it sounds. It's the same thing that figuratively happens to us in our lives. There are often periods in life when we break down completely from the identity that we knew for ourselves … divorce is no exception.
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The music began to play and dance partners claimed the women around Ed. Realizing he better seize his opportunity to dance with Julia as quickly as possible, he asked, “Would you care to dance with me?”
She nodded, extending her hand to him as he pulled her onto the floor. He gathered her into his arms and placed her in his hold. They swayed to the music, following the steps of the waltz.
Ed loved holding Julia, the smell of her honey and vanilla perfume causing him to want to draw her closer. She looked up into his eyes, and for a moment he almost forgot where they were; the urge to kiss her was so great he could barely contain it.
“I can’t believe how much I’ve grown to care for you,” he whispered against her cheek. “I never thought I could care for anyone the way I do for you, but you’ve shown me otherwise.”
“And I never thought I could care for another man after Timothy, but I was wrong. You’ve found a way into my heart, despite my best attempts to keep you out.”
“I’m glad,” he said with a smile. “I want it to stay that way forever.”
“I met the most wonderful young man on my flight home,” her grandmother gushed.
“What? I didn’t know you were on the market again,” Kristi teased.
“He was a handsome devil, too.” Aimi Kimiko ignored the jibe. “A Marine. I was hoping to introduce the two of you, but—”
“But he caught wind of your ill-concealed matchmaking intentions and took off running in the opposite direction?”
“He didn’t run.” Her grandmother looked mildly offended. “He limped.” She pointed one delicate finger toward the baggage claim area.
Kristi glanced up. “Holy hotness!”
