I Burned My Wedding Dress—and Vowed to Never Marry Again
glamour.com. I moved out two months later, taking that flawed wedding dress with me. I had no more dreams for my future: just my writing, my ambition, and the hope that my kids and I would find a way to be happy.I spent 12 years fighting for an equal partnership, when what I needed was a divorce.
By I expected life as a single mother to be hard, although I figured I was used to making my life work without many resources.
I had been poor before. But I had never been free.What I hadn’t expected was that my life as a single mother was easier than it had been when I was married.
With court-mandated 50-50 custody, I had more time to write and more time to work. I started making more money. I was able to do things I’d never been able to do before: a set at open-mic night at a local comedy club; drive to Minneapolis to see my friends.
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