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Recently, I read the beginning of the book titled “The Subtle Art of Not Giving a Fuck”. I didn’t finish it, simply because I’m currently in the middle of another book. However, the author talks about how you will be more at ease with yourself once you let go of all the ties that bring you down, simply because you give too much fuck about it. When you let go, you will truly see what you should give a fuck about and your energy goes towards that specific thing living a more fulfilling life. This quickly reminded me about the two fucks given to the idea of what would people say when I decided to leave my marriage. For 3 years, I had been debating within myself why I should leave my husband and trying to figure out the root cause of my unhappiness. As I compiled my list of things, events, experiences, emotions, on why I should file for divorce, I realized that the list kept getting longer and longer. I was truly unhappy, unsatisfied, living in an icy cold house. Alone.
The courage of finally leaving my husband came when I finally let go of all the “what will my parents/society/friends/coworkers think of me? Along with 1000 other norms that I was forced to believe in and live by, I believed that it was wrong to divorce. That I was wrong for even thinking it. Until finally, I had enough. I gave zero fucks and decided to take care of myself and live a more fulfilling life. Taking care of myself as my number one priority in order to really take care of my two kids, the healthy way.
I moved them to a better house, a warm home, routine, structures, friends, and lots…
