How To Rebuild Your Life After Devastating Destruction
Piece by painful piece
I rawly remember where I was on the morning of September 11, 2001.
I was enthusiastically making love to my then-boyfriend, who would become my newly wedded husband four years later.
Darren and I both lived with our parents at the time. Consequently, the only way we managed our unsettling thoughts of them hearing us canoodling was to have the television on in the background. I can recall the moment I stopped gazing down into my lover’s eyes and turned my attention to the ungraspable breaking news on the television behind me. The second highjacked plane had just crashed into the second tower, and in an instant, the world knew life would never be the same.
What I didn’t know at the time was I would experience a type of devastating loss that closely resembled the unforgettable pile of rubble left behind on 9/11/2001 nineteen years later.
Furthermore, I’d spend the next five years recovering pieces of my identity from the dust-ridden wreckage, sketching new and improved blueprints one square foot at a time, and rebuilding my life from ground zero.
On March 19, 2020, I clenched my fists, and as my voice shook, I told my then-husband of almost fifteen years that I wanted a divorce.
