I hate that I fall into the divorced category. I hate it so much. I feel marked, even though I know its not my fault, that it wasn't my choice. I remind myself of something one of my friends said a few weeks back, that in the end, this won't matter, it won't be what I'm remembered as, that when I'm happily married again, no one will think of me as divorced.
I was reflecting on all this, and how my divorce does not affect my self-worth when I remembered something an older relative said to me at a family reunion several years ago. He told me that I am loved, wanted, and needed. That hasn't changed. I've got to remember that, remember that I am a beloved daughter of God, whose worth is infinite. It's just a little hard sometimes.
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