While I’m on vacation, I’ve asked several people to do some guests posts. They were all asked the same question:
Since hindsight is 20/20, what is the best “mistake” you’ve ever made?
First up, we have Stephanie. Stephanie posts at Jason. For the love of God. She also recently published her first book, Meeting Mr. Wrong: The Romantic Misadventures of a Southern Belle, and is in the process of writing her second.
Thank you, Stephanie, for playing along!!
My Favorite Mistake
In 1996, at the age of 20, I married my first husband. He was a mean, angry, sullen, and overall horrible individual and by the time I was twenty-two? He was totally out of my life.
We had a house, which I gave all my savings to purchase. He got that in the divorce. We had a lot of debt when we divorced. I got that. All of it. Oh, the judge told him he’d half to be responsible for half, but the moment we walked out of the courthouse? He laughed in my face and told me he didn’t care if his credit was ruined. He wasn’t paying a dime. And he didn’t.
He met someone else. A mullet-headed woman who had two kids and a husband of her own. The day after I moved out, she moved in. Into the home I paid for. She ate off the dishes I got for my wedding. She sat on my couch and slept in my bed. She happily left her husband and children behind and took over my life.
It took years of therapy to get over what happened to me. I still get angry sometimes. I still get sad sometimes. It changed my life in ways I cannot explain…don’t even want to explain.
It was the most horrible mistake I’ve ever made in my life.
It was the best mistake I’ve ever made in my life.
When my husband left me I was pregnant with twins. I had all the debt from their birth. He never paid a dime. I got a new house. New dishes. A new couch and a new bed.
I got a new life.
The results of my best mistake are now eleven years old. They are hysterically funny, kind, bright, and overall awesome in every way.
I don’t think about their father and neither do they. He was a blip on the radar of our lives. A donor.
A mistake.
I would do it all again. In a minute. In a heartbeat.
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