“This is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things” was the song that originally sparked my idea for a Taylor Swift photoshoot. It’s been on and off my favorites on Spotify since it first came out, and I was jamming out getting ready in the morning when…
Here’s a toast to my real friends
They don’t care about the he said, she said
And here’s to my baby
He ain’t reading what they call me lately
And here’s to my mama
Had to listen to all this drama
… hit me like a bus.
When I was starting to tell friends about the end of my marriage, one of them actually warned me that I might lose people in my life who didn’t agree with my choices. I thank God every day that I did not. If anything, my friendships became stronger because a) I was coming out of a fog and turning back into Caroline again and b) I leaned on my sweet friends so hard and felt so extra loved.
And here’s definitely to my mama who’s had to listen to all this drama because getting divorced is the longest, most drawn out thing EH VER and I will probably be complaining about it until I can change my name which is taking forever because I need the certified decree of divorce and, of course, the courts are backed up because of, you guessed it, Covid. I will never stop thanking my parents for physically and emotionally taking care of me during all of this.
I’m not going to lie, part of me wanted this to be more of a revenge type post because, I’ll say it, I’m still angry at him. But I’ve said from the beginning that I didn’t want to use my blog to air my dirty laundry or talk shit.
And the thing is, the happy and hopeful outweighs the angry. I’m thriving planning my future. I’m going to ride this high and and keep moving forward like I have my whole life in front of me.
Because I do.