I am a woman. I am 30-something years old and single. I was with someone for 6 years. I left him in 2007. I thought he was the love of my life. I know now that he was also someone I never really knew. He has fundamentally changed who I am as a person. I haven’t decided yet if that is a good or bad thing. It definitely complicates things.
What I do know is that my relationship with him killed me… killed me in a way that I no longer know or recognize the person I was with him. It was terrible, it was hurtful and it was abusive – and I accepted it.
That person no longer exists.
I’ve kept a journal since I was 12 years old but, for some reason, I didn’t write about my life with him. Instead, I kept it all to myself. So now, what I want to do is share my journey. Not with him but, since him. There are several years skipped here, and perhaps I will get back to them one day but, for now I will share my present stories and experiences… a lot of which I’m told are worth sharing… and hope that you find something about them entertaining and or enlightening.
This is the story of a girl… starting over and truly discovering who she is, after 30. This is my story.