Be Yourself

I’m 32 years old.
I’m divorced, and I don’t have any children.
When I turned 32, everyone pressured me into getting married.
I honestly wasn’t really looking forward to it.
I liked being able to go out, have fun, and live my life to the fullest.
They made me feel like a spinster.

I chose a quiet person.
I didn’t want him to get in my way.
I’m the one that chose him.
He thought I was madly in love with him.
I just wanted the people around me to stop bugging me about getting married.

We got to know each other over three months.
We signed our marriage contract nine months later.
We were married for seven months.
Then we got divorced.
I was finally free.
All in all, we were together for one year and 7 months.
They were hell.
He stood in the way of everything I loved.
He physically abused me.
I took tranquilizers.
I wanted to commit suicide,
Or murder him.
I thought of preparing a “last supper” for the both of us.
But I decided against it because I didn’t want to die.

I got divorced when my family got involved after my suicide attempt.
My health was in terrible shape.
I was suffering from heart and brain disorders.

It was like I was born again after the divorce.
No one was expecting that I’d recover so quickly.
I’ve calmed down a bit. (I used to be hot-tempered.)
I was trying to make up for everything I missed out on.

Two days after my divorce, I applied to a couple of courses.
They’re still ongoing.
I go to concerts and movies.
And travel for fun.

I’m happy this way.
I’m only missing a man who’d appreciate me.
Not one that would make my life hell.
I learned my lesson.
I learned to never change for someone else.
Either take it or leave it.

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