I'll be 50 in August and my husband just told me that he wants a divorce. I was utterly dependent on him at one point - I had a bit of a mental spell after a family crisis and he held me together. Supported me. Then he enabled me. He was my breath. My world.

When he told me he wanted a divorce and I started looking at the lifestyle I'd created, I realized that we never go anywhere. Our lifestyle was built around binge-watching Netflix and eating candy and ice cream. No challenges. No stretching of the soul. Just dormancy and weight gain.

Now, I'm leaving the comforts of what I knew as home, leaving my entire lifestyle behind, and moving to Nebraska to be near my son and grandkids. From this point forward, everything is uncomfortable -- and as much as divorce sucks, I'm excited about what the Universe is prepping me for.

I enjoyed the read. Thank you for sharing.