Through Other People’s Lives

I would never take advice from someone whose life does not resemble my dream.

That’s how my mother tried to stop me from getting my first divorce. I still remember the look in her eyes that day. Confused, terrified, somehow bluer than usual. For her, a deeply religious Christian woman who had spent her entire life married to my father, it sounded like a catastrophe.

But something clicked inside me in that moment. I realized in a second that my mother’s life was never my ideal. So maybe I had to disappoint her to avoid disappointing myself.

Today, I’ve been divorced twice.