The other day, watching on YouTube a show about women over 60, the presenter was talking about the meaning of divorce for that age women. There is no denying that divorce is one of life's cruelest blows. Simply put, the one who was our life partner for so many years suddenly vanishes in the darkness of the night; and when we look at the future through the window of our life, all we see is a lonely road that seems to lead nowhere. At least that is what we feel during the first months and years following our separation. I remember that during that time, all I wanted was to never go home; the city streets were my favorite place to be. Luckily, us women always have friends who, for one reason or another, are in our same plight and make us company. Then, little by little, the fog fades away and that road that seemed so lonely is suddenly filled with a mysterious flower, also called freedom. They say that whoever eats its petals realizes that there is nothing in life more valuable than being free to be who we really are, without hypocrisy or shortcuts, without fear or impatience, without doubts or regrets, without ties and free to live a life that, day by day, reveals a new mystery to our soul.
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