The 30-Day Writing Challenge
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Week 3 – Day 16
Topic: An important decision you have made

Today, April 21st, I want to use this post as a small celebration of our freedom. Today was the court trial for our divorce and custody case—and I finally have my son back after more than three months of separation. Although there are still 15 days left for an appeal, I hope all the Gods are listening to us.

I cried when I heard the judge’s decision. That moment showed me what true happiness is. I’ve only felt that way twice in my life: the first time was when I gave birth to my son, and the second was today—when I was granted custody. It feels like I’ve been reborn.

When I got home after the trial, heavy rain suddenly poured down after many days of sunshine. It felt like a release, a cleansing.

Now, I don’t have to live in constant worry, wondering how my son is coping mentally—like I was. I’ve made two important decisions in my life: one was to marry, and the other was to divorce. Both involved the same person.

I once heard advice that wasn’t wise: “All marriages have problems, but you can always fix them,” and “Once you get married and have kids, your partner will naturally become more responsible.”
Those two pieces of advice nearly ruined our lives. Still, I can’t blame anyone—it was my choice to follow them. That’s why I try to share a different perspective with my friends who aren’t married yet.

If you want to marry just because you think marriage is a milestone, please remember: you’re not just marrying someone for yourself. That person will also become your children’s parent, so this decision isn’t only about you. Your future children deserve to be considered in that choice.

Looking back, I was naive and blinded. I can describe myself using every harsh word in the book—because that’s how foolish I was in making that first decision.

But then came the second important decision: divorce. It couldn’t fix the first one, but at least it could stop the damage—stop how much it was hurting both my son and me.

This time, I put my son first. This decision took years to make, unlike the first one which I rushed into in just a few months—back when I didn’t understand what love was, or what being in love meant.

I still don’t feel brave enough to share all the details. But I knew that if I, as an adult, was struggling so much, there was no way a toddler could handle it. I had to stand up—for both of us.

Today, we got our freedom back. Physical freedom, at least. Mentally, there’s still a long road ahead. But I’ve now faced the two biggest decisions of my life, and both had a direct impact on my son.

One of my colleagues once asked me, “You’re still so young—how have you already gone through so many hard times?”
I didn’t know how to answer. But my son, still just a toddler, has also been through so much—and I knew I had to stop the cycle.

I’m not religious, but I pray to all the Gods—please stay with us, and help guide us to a better future, for both me and my son.

We’ll celebrate soon. We even share the same birthday—a sign from the universe, perhaps, that he came into my life to teach me about love. And now, I must practice it—on him.

Thank you.