My Choice

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I was curled up in a ball on the bed, tears pouring out of my eyes, begging God or any higher power to give me an answer. It was New Year's Eve and my husband had just told me that he wasn't in love with me anymore. He had told me this before, and each time, a few days later, he was back, asking to try again. I believed him every time. This time, however, was different. There wasn't anything different about what he was saying, the difference was in me. I had a choice to make. Did I believe him again and jump back on to the roller coaster, or did I dare to step away from that life and brave the scary world without him?

As I laid my head on a pillow drenched with tears, I started to fall asleep from exhaustion. I then had a dream that changed everything for me. In my dream, I was kneeling in my bed, curled up with my head to my chest. I was crying heavily. Then, someone came up behind me and lifted my head up and spread my arms out. With my arms and head up, I breathed a huge breath of air that stopped my crying and gave me a sense of peace. It felt like a breath of life. I never saw who the person was in my dream but when I woke up, I was in that same position in my bed and I felt a sense of peace that I had not felt in months, perhaps even years. I knew what I had to do. It was time to make a choice.

I walked downstairs and told my husband that it was truly over. I was going to my parents' home for a few days and he should move out by the time I returned.

That afternoon, I flew to my parents' house in New York. My grandmother had an apartment on the top half of the house and her kitchen window overlooked our backyard. It was January and I was outside in the cold, crying on my parents' deck. I looked up at her window and I felt that peaceful feeling from my dream comes over me again. I closed my eyes and suddenly saw myself in the future, looking out that window onto my future wedding day. I saw myself looking down at family and friends, and I saw an amazing man waiting at the end of the aisle. I didn't see his face, but I felt his calming and loving presence. Two seconds later, I was shaking my head at such a crazy idea. I was so hurt and sad, there was no way I would ever feel love again or even get married. I was damaged goods, in my eyes.

However, with one choice comes a new adventure. We divorced, and I moved into my own apartment, started to learn new activities, and focused on getting to know myself. I took time. Time to really breathe, time to feel pain and time to heal. Once I felt a sense of peace with who I was, I then opened the door for someone else to come in.

And he didn't look at me as damaged goods; he simply loved me-the good and the bad. A few years later, that vision from my parents' deck came true. I looked out that window in my grandmother's kitchen and there were all my family and friends smiling up at me. And as I walked down the aisle to that beautiful man, I could feel his calming and loving presence with every step. I was getting married again and it felt right. Finally right.

When I walked out that door years before, I made a choice that changed my life forever. I didn't choose to leave a husband, I chose to leave myself and take the time to start over. I chose to find that feeling I felt in my dream. And I did find it, and that sense of peace has not left me since.

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Danielle Herzog

Danielle Herzog is the blogger behind , a blog for anyone who has ever needed a martini after driving a minivan around all day. Or for anyone who has just ever needed a martini. Her work has been featured on The Huffington Post, AOL.com, What to Expect.com and Scary Mommy. She also writes a weekly parenting blog post and parenting advice column called “The Sassy Housewife” for the Omaha World Herald’s site, . If it’s part of her life, she’ll write about it, except if it is about her mother, she promised her she wouldn’t do that.

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