After Thanksgiving, I was ready to hit it! My schedule included a quick road trip down to San Diego to collect video footage of Kenya from my favorite Navy doctor Andy Baldwin, some fascinating meetings about the future of media, 9 hours of lecture for my Vietnam trip, a boat load of studying to do for an Operations final that terrified me and a presentation for a management communications class that I had yet to get my arms around. Game on!
As some of you know, I was married for about six years and in that relationship for a total of nine years. Pretty much all of my adult life. Unfortunately my former husband and I were not able to come together in a productive non destructive way and our marriage ended 16 months ago. Any relationship that ends is hurtful. A marriage that ends is truly the most painful thing I've ever been through. It's worse than a death in the family, because unlike a death where people rally around you and you have support, when a marriage ends, you lose friends. People are divided and sometimes you really don't know why.
Last week my former husband and a former friend of mine (who threw us a wedding shower) came out on FACEBOOK announcing that they had secretly been in a relationship for over a year. I'm not sure who they were announcing it to, as surely their close friends and family knew, but it was announced - almost a press release style - complete with pictures chronicling their adventures travelling around the world together. Status: Out! Officially :)
It didn't take long before my phone started buzzing with texts. OMG DID YOU SEE.... my dearest of friends, called to make sure I was OK. The answer.... "Yes, I am OK." It was embarrassing, hurtful, confusing and in my opinion straight up old school way of bullying. Turns out even at the ripe old age of 33, there are still mean girls and you can still get bullied online! I didn't mind they were dating, in fact - if anyone can find happiness, I'm all for that. What hurt was the way it was handled. It was just cruel.
For the next four days I had to cram for finals, release and publicize an article on TheMortonReport, spend an incredibly intense two days working with my team on our upcoming project in Ethiopia with Project Mercy and plan for my school trip to Vietnam. I took a moment or two to cry, be mad, talk to my friends, IM with my cousins, cry with my astoundingly practical mom and then I had to get back to productivity.
Here's what I've learned. Some days really really suck. Some days are really really great. Without the lows, there would not be the highs - and it always gets better. Recognize that any story always has a lot of different perspectives, but it's absolutely OK to be the princess in your own fairy tale. Protect yourself and your heart and be friends with people who will protect you. And lastly, Facebook can be a really really mean place, but it doesn't have to be. Choose to use it well.
For now - I'm in Mexico watching pink and blue sunrise, knowing today is a new day. I'm ready to go for a long run alongside the ocean and getting back to work on those marathon times.