So, 1 year after BD, 6 months after the D, I guess this is where I should find myself.

I thought I have dropped the rope but realised that the ex was still yanking me around.

The whole ordeal has really taken a lot out of me. My health is suffering, and I feel like I have lost a huge chunk of my brain. I thought I was surviving but somehow I have backslid to existing.

In this day and age, I would never have thought that I would be cast stones for being a divorcee and that my kid would be ostracised. Is it because I 'seem' too happy and people assume that it must be my fault? Or has the malicious spread so fast to where I am.

But I think my hide is growing thicker.

And kid's hurt. Kid's hurt still kills me. We were listening to Adele's 'Hello' when kid asked me, 'Did you break daddy's heart?'

I told her, 'Daddy broke my heart too.'
Kid said, 'Yes, daddy also broke my heart.'

So many broken hearts.

But we must get on with life. When I see kid's beautiful face, I realise that both of us still had such a long way to go.

You can call me Dory/ Grl.

As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"

It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.