For most of my life, I’ve been surviving.
Surviving childhood trauma.
Surviving toxic relationships.
Surviving the weight of expectations — what a wife “should” be, what a mother “should” do, what a woman “should” look like.

And somewhere along the way, I forgot how to live.

I started Thriving Beyond the Mrs. because I finally reached a point where I couldn’t keep carrying my story in silence. I wanted a space where I could tell the truth — the unfiltered, messy, beautiful truth — about what it’s like to heal from the things you never thought you’d have to survive.

This isn’t just a blog about divorce, or even about marriage ending. It’s about everything that came before and everything that’s still happening after.
It’s about learning to grow from the things that once broke me — from childhood abuse and heartbreak to the complicated reality of co-parenting and cohabiting with someone I’m no longer with.
It’s about rediscovering who I am when I’m not someone’s wife.
It’s about choosing uncertainty over a life that only offered survival.

Some posts will be heavy. Some will be hopeful. Some will probably make you laugh because life has a way of being brutally honest and a little ridiculous all at once. But all of it — every word — will be real.

If you’ve ever felt stuck between chapters, still sharing a home with someone you no longer share a life with, or trying to make peace with a past that still echoes — I see you.
You’re not broken. You’re becoming.

Here, we’re not pretending everything is perfect. We’re just learning how to bloom in the cracks.
We’re learning how to thrive beyond the Mrs.

Welcome to my story — and maybe, a little bit of yours too. 💛