I am very proud of my sense of humor. (Duh, Obviously.) I think I'm funny. I mean, I'm not going to get all egotistical here but yes, I think I'm pretty darn funny. I'm very good at the self deprecating jokes too because I can laugh at myself. Perhaps, though, I've used them a little too much this past year to mask true insecurities I feel. The insecurities that come along with getting divorced. For a very long time, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of the fact that I had gotten divorced. Even worse, I had been abandoned and then divorced. The fact that it wasn't a mutual choice made it more difficult to accept. I admitted to people I was wounded by this, but I attempted to maintain my sense of humor during these difficult times. And what better way to express my insecurities than to openly acknowledge them through humor? I would often start off sentences jokingly saying,
I'm divorced so don't listen to any advice I have but…
I wanted to continue participating in conversations with friends, or be relevant when talking about a relationship, but each time, I felt it was necessary to put myself down before speaking. I was ashamed of what had happened to me. I felt like others viewed me as someone that had done something wrong or failed which is why I was in this situation to begin with. I worried about anyone viewing me in such way. And I mean anyone. I hated the fact that people might look at me and suggest I did something wrong to cause this horrific act. They might think I was cruel or bitchy or not sexual enough. And it took a long time of working through this topic for me to see that the only person that was judging me, was me. I could still be funny. I could still make jokes. But to put myself down about the most sensitive thing in my life, only reinforced my insecurities. I needed to stop being so hard on myself. I needed to stop feeling embarrassed about what happened. I needed to stop feeling ashamed. My response to the most traumatic life change I had ever experienced, spoke more about me as a person that the divorce itself ever could. That is what people saw. They saw me. Molly. Accepting. Adjusting. Moving forward. I had nothing to be ashamed of.
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