Divorce does not mean I’m broken

I have been separated for two years now
and always struggled to talk about my road to divorce. Many people thought I was the lucky one because my husband splurged on me. But only I know the price that came with it.

As I slowly started opening up to a few friends, I’ve noticed that some of them have become more sympathetic towards me, almost like they’re walking on eggshells around me and saying dreadful pitiful stuff. I know it comes from a place of love, and I’m really grateful to have friends who care.

But if I’m being honest, I don’t really like being pitied.

I’m okay.
Life happened. It didn’t work out. I’m moving on.

Some friends have also tried to dig on what happened or what went wrong in the marriage, but I don’t really want to go into the details. I believe everyone deserves a second chance. Maybe we were simply not the right people for each other. I don’t think talking badly about him or revisiting every mistake will help either of us move forward.

I much rather we laugh, chat, and carry on like we always have. That makes me feel more like myself than anything else.