I am divorced, but I am not broken. My past may have shaped me, but it does not define me. I still believe in love—not the naïve, fairytale version I once dreamed of, but a love that is real, deep, and worthy of the woman I’ve become.

When I first got married, I thought love meant compromise, patience, and endurance. I believed in forever, even when the cracks started to show. I gave, I sacrificed, and I held on, even when my heart whispered that I deserved more. And when it finally ended, I felt like I had failed. Divorce wasn’t just the loss of a relationship—it was the loss of a dream, the unraveling of a life I had built.

But through the pain, I found something unexpected: myself. I discovered a strength I didn’t know I had, a resilience that grew with every step I took forward. I learned to love my own company, to embrace my independence, and to build a life that is full, even without a partner by my side.

Now, I am ready for love again—but not just any love. I will no longer settle for half-hearted efforts or empty promises. I want a love that is deep, honest, and fearless. A love that sees me for who I am, not who I used to be. I am divorced, but I am not broken. And I will wait for a love that is as strong as the woman I have become.