Jagged Little Pill
The Day I Lost My Home To Divorce
The Day I Lost My Home
I will regroup from this trauma. And so will you.
Monday, I lost my home to divorce. My home. For the first time in decades, I am not a homeowner.
I swallowed the jagged little pill today. I cried all the way through signing the papers, my pen shaking in my hand, tears landing on lines I still had to initial. That's just what a day like this actually feels like when you're honest about it.
A house is never just a structure. It's proof that you built something. It's the place that held your ordinary days—the ones you don't think to be grateful for until they're gone.
Losing it doesn't just mean losing an address. It means losing a piece of the life you thought you were building. And grieving that is real. It deserves room, not a rushed silver lining.
So, I let myself feel today. I didn't perform strength I didn't have. I let the tears come when they came. But I also let the laughter come because, somewhere underneath the grief, there was still a part of me that could see the absurdity, the weight, and the whole strange shape of this day—and laugh at it anyway.
This is effort and ease again, the same lesson yoga keeps teaching me.
Today, the effort was simply getting through it: signing what needed to be signed, packing what needed to be packed, and standing in the middle of an ending without running from it.
The ease was letting myself feel whatever came without forcing it into something tidier than it was.
I don't have a home right now in the way I used to define one. But I'm not starting from nothing.
I'm starting from everything I've already survived: a stroke I fought back from alone, a divorce I didn't see coming, and now this—another loss that asks me to rebuild, again.
I know how to rebuild. I've done it before. I'll do it again.
This isn't the chapter where I pretend it doesn't hurt.
It's the chapter where I let it hurt and keep walking anyway.
Thicker skin, not a callus.
Open heart, still.
Trust the process, even today. Especially today.
A house is not the same thing as a home.
I'm still figuring out where, and with whom, I'll build my next home and life, but I already know I will.
I'm Karen Marie.
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