If you've ever survived divorce, you know there are moments that don't make sense to anyone else. Moments so small they seem insignificant from the outside.

The ones we love most are often the ones who catch the shrapnel we are trying hardest to contain.

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Breathing was hard- I had to consciously focus on opening my lungs so oxygen could enter them. I didn’t have words for this feeling. I just felt like I was suffocating.

The story of the woman at the well has been dissected ad nauseam which is why I’m baffled when I still hear her referred to as a divorced whore. I do not believe the Samaritan woman at the well is a divorced whore.