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Why I Won’t Stop Writing About My Broken Heart
I’ve been called a fool—and I am proud of it.
Someone told me recently that I need to stop writing about my broken heart. But the thing they don’t understand is that if your heart is truly broken, you can’t just set it down. Rather, you carry the mangled mess around in your hands, blood dripping everywhere you go, leaving behind a sticky trail of a former marriage as proof of your pain.
Another person said that assigning blame is not productive at times like these. But the thing they don’t understand is that I’m not bashing or pointing fingers at all. No one is truly the villain or victim — it is much more complicated than that. Talking about my broken heart helps grow perspective and allows the first steps of healing, and doing a full autopsy on my broken marriage is the only way I know to achieve closure.
Today marks another milestone: The divorce documents were sent out. Shortly after, I received an anonymous text from someone who apparently bought into a false narrative and felt compelled to convey their reaction. Their text only contained one word: fool.
I certainly don’t want to elicit anyone’s pity. In fact, I don’t want to promote the victim mentality at all and prefer to present myself to the world as a survivor — or at least as someone who wants to…
