“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~ Rumi I never imagined I’d be here at forty-nine—divorced, disoriented, and drowning in an identity crisis.
I had met him just before my sixteenth birthday. He was all I knew. We built an entire life together—nearly three decades of marriage, raising children, shared memories, traditions, routines.
And then, one day, it all collapsed with five haunting words: “I need some space, Heather.” At first, I thought it was a phase.
But the space became silence, the silence became separation, and soon after, I was signing divorce papers. The man I had built my entire adult life around was gone—and I was left looking in the mirror, asking, who am I without him?
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