I heard a few comments about my recent posts on healing after heartbreak. One being “Keep me out of your story about healing.” Well, if the story didn’t happen, there wouldn’t have been heartbreak, and no healing would be required. No, I’d be in fucking Ottawa, enjoying my new life, after giving up my house and my entire life.
To the rest of the people who are castrating me for speaking my truth, please note, I have always told my story. Here are some wonderful ones about marriage:
Trina Stewart is the editor-in-chief at Life's a Blog. Currently working through life separated from her husband and finding herself, Trina loves concert photography, hanging out with her single and married besties, and cooking. Stay tuned!
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