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Why Is Everything Undid?

Diary of the first year of divorce

“Mommy, why is everything undid?” my youngest—five at the time—said this one day. She had just disabled an iPad (again), and to pass the fifteen minutes (!), she was playing with a toy we’d had for years—a plastic egg carton with colored eggs where you match the colored shell faces to the inside, but pieces were ALWAYS missing. Three incredible daughters over many years, and I had put that toy back together more times than I could count.

Well, this time we didn’t find all the pieces, and my youngest went into full meltdown mode. I had a very clear moment. Her question summed up how I’d been feeling for a very long time—even her improper use of the word “did.” Things are undid everywhere. They aren’t in alignment. Everything needs to be undid and undone. This, paired with pandemic upheaval and a marriage on life support, pushed me to undo the things in my life that felt misaligned with who I truly am.

Peek inside the real day-to-day journal entries of the year following separation and ultimately divorce.