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Never Settle

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He was gone, finally out of my life. I sat down within my own home that I had fought for the last three years to get from the court. 

The sentences what are you doing? You are forty and going to be single? I was criticised for making the decision to divorce Peter. But I knew in my heart it was the right thing to do. He had slept with somebody else. I just couldn't live with him as he had broken my heart and was it right for me just to forget it and take him back? 

'I am really sorry'.
'Who was she?'
'It isn't anyone you know'
'When?'
'It was at the conference when I was away for five days'.

I couldn't believe what he was saying, another woman after our ten years of marriage. It didn't make any sense. I felt that we had been happy and I had always worked hard within our relationship. But now everything changed from the conversation, he had broken my trust and faith. That's when I decided that I had to walk away, no matter how hard it was going to be. I decided to divorce, he had asked for forgiveness, he said he wouldn't do it again, but for me it wasn't enough.

I just couldn't settle, I didn't want to, so the cup that I had brought in the local shop defined me - Never Settle it said on the front. I was divorced, forty but now looking forward. 

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