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I got divorced today


In court, I was in tears as the judge asked me whether I agreed to the terms. I did.  I had chosen not to fight.

I chose to walk away from the embryos and everything I was asking for in my divorce, just so I could move on.  I didn’t want to fight because I knew no matter how long it went on, and no matter how much of my soul I bared, my soon-to-ex-husband would NEVER get it.

Forced to give up what’s most likely my last chance to be a mother wrecked me, but fighting was not an option.  Although I had prepared myself for it, seeing the words “TO BE DISCARDED” on the handwritten paper I signed left me numb. I walked back into the courtroom on automatic and for the most part, didn’t hear the judge’s questions but somehow knew when to answer Yes and No.

“No, I wasn’t coerced and I’m not intoxicated (Wait, was that an option?),” and yes to some other questions I barely heard.

The tears weren’t for the end of my marriage; it was for the devastation it had CREATED.

My soul, or whichever part of me is writing this, is jumping between two identities. There is a 16-century gangster version of me seeing scorched earth at my hands. Then there’s another version of me trying to hold it together with the words “This too shall pass.”

I’m not liking this second calming version of me at all. I think that she’s the stupid bitch who got me in this mess with her understanding and her empathy. I want to end her so bad but I’m thinking she might come in handy, so I’m holding off. Plus, there are no drugs in the apartment. Not even fucking liquor.

Worse pity party ever!

Instead of being around people, as was the plan, I left the courthouse in a taxi and heard myself give my home address.

I want pain. Really, I want to see my lying bitch-faced ex-husband in pain but here I am torturing only myself.

Sia’s Elastic Heart which I’ve been into for the past couple weeks is offering some type of solace. Every word is registering and I begin to use it as an escape.

I’m using the lyrics to paint a world for me to rest in tonight.

Here are the lyrics (courtesy of Metro Lyrics) with emphasis on the words and phrases that are resonating the most.

Elastic Heart

And another one bites the dust

Oh why can I not CONQUER 

And I might have thought that we were ONE

Wanted to fight this war WITHOUT WEAPONS

And I wanted it,

I wanted it bad

African American Mother Kissing Baby

But there were so many RED FLAGS

Now another one bites the dust

Yeah let’s be clear, I’ll TRUST no one


Well I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart

But YOUR BLADE it might be too sharp

I’m like a rubber band until you PULL 2HARD

And I may snap and I move fast

But you won’t see me FALL A P A R T

‘Cos I’ve got an e-l-a-s-t-i-c HEART

I’ve got an elastic heart



Let’s be clear, WON’T CLOSE MY EYES

And I know that I can will survive

I’ll walk through fire to SAVE MY LIFE

And I want it, I WANT MY LIFE SO BAD

I’m doing everything I can

Then another one bites the dust

It’s hard to lose a chosen one


You did not BREAK  me.   I’m still fighting for peace

I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart

but your blade it might be too sharp.


I’m like a rubber band until you pull too hard

I may snap and I move fast

But you won’t see me fall apart

‘Cos I’ve got an elastic HEART.

And thank you God…

I feel you fighting for  ME.


I played this song on a loop throughout the night with alternating thoughts of my husband’s death and mine. I wanted him wiped off the face of the earth and I myself didn’t want to live.

When Sia sang “I walked through fire to save my life” I had apocalyptic images where all of metro New York was no more because a God who felt my pain had avenged me.

I wished I was the type of person to off myself but the next best thing was feeling the pain alone.

So I did that.


About the Author

Christine is a lifestyle coach who believes the way we live affects everything we do, especially our motivation. She's also a mindful living educator living in Los Angeles, California.

(2) Comments

  1. Incredible piece, thank you for sharing your experience with us. Your strength and ability to express your raw emotion is inspirational. Thank you!

  2. Christine Jary says:

    Thank you, CC. I’m glad it’s meaningful to someone.

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