Have You Ever

If you ask the people in our community why my ex-husband and I got divorced, they'll give you a tidy answer—a story wrapped in the kind of tragic romance that makes betrayal almost palatable. Three years ago, I fell in love with someone else . It’s simple, digestible, something they can whisper about over coffee or roll their eyes at in private. How predictable , they’ll say. They still judge, of course, but there’s an undeniable poetry in it. A narrative that fits neatly into their understanding of love, loss, and human folly. But it isn’t what happened. Few people know that for two years before I finally left, I was actively trying to get a divorce—pushing against invisible walls, screaming silently into a void that refused to listen. What they don’t know is that our marriage wasn’t just unravelling—it had already collapsed in on itself, trapping me in its wreckage. For six months, anxiety ruled me. Every day was a battlefield against my own thoughts. At times, I considere...

Cancer is a fight that demands everything—your strength, your resilience, your hope. It strips you down to your core, forcing you to confront your limits and redefine what it means to survive. But for me, the battle wasn’t just against the disease. It was against betrayal. When I was at my most vulnerable, undergoing treatment, my ex-husband decided to cheat on me. While I was fighting for my life, he was out there, breaking the vows that were supposed to mean something. And as if that wasn’t enough, when my cancer progressed to Stage 4, he didn’t just abandon me emotionally—he divorced me. It wasn’t just heartbreak. It was cruel. I remember the moments of loneliness, the nights spent wondering how someone could be so callous, so selfish. But then came the anger—the fiery, unapologetic rage that reminded me I was still alive, still fighting, still capable of feeling something other than despair. And let me tell you, that anger was powerful. I didn’t just hope for karma to catch up with...