Thanks for leaving me – This is such a powerful article!

Thank You For Leaving Me. Very Powerful Article!!! I never thought that one day my phrase: “How could you leave me?” would turn into “Thank you for leaving me”… It was a long road that I still continue to walk to see the best thing you ever did for me. I had to seriously grow up. I needed to gain a profound understanding of both my true self and the persona I portrayed.

Thank you for leaving me. I had to deal with the remnants of my shattered self-esteem, which had mistakenly relied on my status as a “wife” or “mother”—just” being someone’s other half. I had to face my biggest fear—how to live in this world alone. Completely and utterly alone. Without anyone to tell me if I was doing the right thing.

I had to learn to trust my inner voice, the one that told me to move on, into the unknown, to find someone else, instead of burying my head in the sand so I wouldn’t see you go. I had to learn how to rely on myself. To pay for a roof over my head and my clothes, without counting on a second paycheck—yours—to cover the cost if mine wasn’t enough.

I had to learn to value myself. To see clearly through the pain and suffering that I was still a woman—beautiful, graceful, and brave. That even though I wasn’t “the one you were meant to be with,” I was still the one worth being with.

I had to learn patience with myself when it seemed like I would never stop crying and just wait… patiently wait for the time when I could feel the sparks of joy in the midst of the storm.

I had to learn balance. To find a balance between what I need and what our children need. I am one, and there are two of them, and sometimes I feel like I will never be enough for them. But somehow, somehow, I manage.

I had to learn vulnerability. How to let other men in who wanted to love me, even when I wasn’t ready to open my heart.

I had to learn to let go of my pride because I had to ask for help many times because doing everything alone was very difficult at first.

I had to take responsibility for my decisions, although I now see that many of them were wrong and painful.

I had to accept what people would say about me. And learn that it was okay. A strong woman learns to walk with her head held high, even when the world whispers behind her back.

I had to learn compassion. Something I’ve always lacked. Compassion for other people making decisions that I don’t always understand.

I had to relearn how to feel whole. That there is no one who completes me, that I am self-sufficient. That I am brave and beautiful, even if imperfect. And that is enough for wholeness.

I had to learn that I will never settle for being someone’s second choice. I deserve to be the first, the one and only for someone who knows I’m worth it.

I had to accept my imperfections so that I could live a real life without pretending to be someone I’m not. I had to learn that my heart could love again.

And although for a long time I could not express my feelings to a new person, I felt that it was possible, just like it was once with you. An