A year and a half into our marriage, I found out my husband had been having an affair using a nineteen-year-old for six months. I filed for divorce and left.

Two weeks later I met a guy, and we fell madly in like. It was a fairy-tale love for a month and a half, and he convinced me to become listed on him on a romantic month-long holiday in Italy. Forty-eight hours before we were supposed to get on a airplane, he explained he had a need to go by himself. I had been devastated. So, I had formed a decision to make. Either stay home and be heartbroken, or proceed travel European countries for a month without any help. And staying at home heartbroken? F%*k. That.

What does a woman carry out when her existence has fallen aside and her center continues to be ripped out and stepped on twice in 8 weeks? She continues on a outrageous adventure, makes some bad decisions, and will a sh*t insert of soul searching. But most importantly? She realizes how to like . herself.

This is so not Eat, Pray, Love.

That is Eat, Pray, #FML.

Contains mature themes.