Divorce is one of those experiences that shakes you to your core. It doesn’t just separate two people, it often feels like it tears apart the dreams, plans, and hopes that were carefully built together. You don’t just lose a partner; sometimes, you lose a version of yourself, a family dynamic, and even a sense of stability.

There’s a wound that many carry silently, one that often hides behind smiles, success, or even resilience the narcissistic wound. It isn’t always obvious to the world, but its impact can be deep, shaping the way we see ourselves, relate to others, and even how we experience love.

You guys! You have absolutely no idea what I have just stumbled upon an absolute gem tucked away in the mountains of Bailey, Colorado. This trip wasn’t even planned (you know how spontaneous and crazy Mr. B can be). One minute we’re home, the next we’re packing up and heading out with all the kids for a weekend escape!

For every reaction, there is an action. Over the years, I’ve come to understand that everything I’ve been through wasn’t to break me, but to shape me into a better version of myself. My ultimate goal in life is simple yet profound to raise well behaved, grounded humans who can thrive in today’s ever changing society.

They say when a woman is loved right, it shows. Her laughter is louder, her smile is brighter, and her spirit is lighter. For the first time in a long time, I can say I am living proof of that.

Every relationship tells a story.

There’s a kind of vulnerability that’s hard to put into words  the kind that sneaks up on you and melts all your walls without even asking for permission. That’s the kind I found with Mr. B. A love so gentle, so intuitive, and so free of the noise I’ve come to associate with connection, especially as a woman from a culture where submission is often demanded rather than earned.

If you know me even a little, you’d know that my love language is food both cooking for people and being cooked for. There’s something so deeply intimate about preparing a meal for someone. It’s not just about food; it’s about care, time, creativity, and a sprinkle of soul.

After our exciting trip to Orlando, Mr. B promised we’d take the kids on an RV adventure as soon as we returned. But my little duo needed a bit of recovery time from all the Florida enjoyment, so we pushed the trip a bit. Honestly, I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect from this RV life, but I knew one thing for sure,  I wanted the kids to feel at home even while on the road.

Being an Urhobo woman from Delta State, Nigeria, I was raised with a deep awareness of what is considered taboo within our culture. These are lines you’re simply not supposed to cross, topics left unspoken, actions deemed too bold, too rebellious, or even dishonorable. But I’ve also learned something else: having an open eye, a mind that questions and a spirit that refuses to be caged, can save your life, literally and emotionally.

There’s a huge cultural difference when you date outside your race. It’s not something you always prepare for, it just reveals itself in moments, in habits, in conversations, and sometimes even in silence. The gap can be wide, and if you’re not careful or open-minded, it can become isolating.

The nervousness, or should I say, the quiet anxiety of heading out to meet Mr B’s family finally became a reality. Interestingly, it wasn’t that I was worried about what they’d think of me; I’ve lived long enough to know that people will always have their opinions. What made me nervous was something deeper: the awareness that I was taking a bold, deliberate step forward for the good of our relationship. It was the kind of step that makes love feel a bit more real, a bit more grounded, and undeniably vulnerable.