We never imagine we'll be a statistic. The failure of a marriage is something that happens to everyone else, and we'll be the ones to last forever. At least that's what we tell ourselves. Looking back, I can't help but wonder who I was trying to convince.
And yet, here I am. Learning to navigate a single life I've never really lived. Which is where this blog comes in. We all have our ways of coping.
I can't tell you what this will be. I can tell you it won't be a planned sitcom with a happy ending. It won't be filled with a big adventure every week as I learn to find myself. It won't be a modern version of Sex and the City.
It won't be the tale of an underdog, making her way in a big wide world. Because I am not the underdog. I am not the one you bet against. I have a tendency to make it through the fire, even if I'm the one that started it.
This will be an adventure into territory I never thought I would experience. It'll be funny and sad, and probably more than a little awkward.
It'll also probably include a lot of Netflix reviews. Because that's pretty much what I do now.
