began in the last millennium. I never thought of myself as some princess from a fairytale, but when I met my prince, I knew he was Mr. Right. I yearned for a loving partnership, which would later transform into a stable family, and he matched this fantasy, big time. Together, we were raising six beautiful children, and would have lived happily forever and ever. Our fairytale ended in a different way, however – in a break-up, after 23 years.
The follow-up was a perfect case study. I felt ashamed, sad, tense, even furious. My fierce attempt to get back together was followed by refusing all that was connected with the relationship. These strong emotions kept my mind busy during most of the productive day, sometimes even in my sleep. Besides, in this raw despair, no salvation was at hand.
My self-preservation instinct fed the idea of not giving up for the sake of the kids. I didn´t want to become a ghost of a mom, on the contrary, I wanted to model a person who can handle anything life brings about. And, as it happens in life, the good and the bad walk hand-in-hand.
