I just came back from drinks with my Accounts Director, she wanted to get some last one-on-one QT before I was gone for good. Tomorrow is my last day at work. HALLELUJAH JESUS.
I decided to drop a fun bomb on her, "So... I'm actually divorced." She had the usual "WTF KATE" face that I normally get when I share this portion of my life story. I spent about 10 minutes catching her up with my past. She had no fucking clue—cause I'm great like that.
She was in such disbelief that I told her, "I will SHOW YOU photos tomorrow." So I logged into my other Facebook account (the one with my life pre-NY) and I got caught up in the lovely photos (as this song randomly comes on during a mix, no joke).
I've had multiple women tell me that if they ever experienced what I've been through that they would die. They wouldn't survive.
I disagree. You would live too, you'd go through hell—but you'd come back alive.
Probably better than you've ever been.
P.S. Check out 25 year old me, thinking she had EVERYTHING figured out. SIIIIKE. Cheers to her though—cause she's in for a fucking ride.