Divorce Isn’t Failure (Necessarily)

How to turn one of life’s shit shows into victory

When I decided to marry my now ex-wife, Meghan, there was no hesitation or doubt. I was in my early 30s and brimming with youthful enthusiasm, ready to start a family and write the next chapter of my life — in ink.

After performing thousands of shows over ten-plus years with my hard rock band, Laughing Colors, it felt like the right time to settle down and become a “normal” person.

For some odd reason, my desire to slug it out on the road, play for rowdy drunks, and go to bed at 4 a.m. with my ears ringing had begun to dwindle.

But it wasn’t just because I’d grown tired of the sex, drugs, and rock ‘n roll — as awful as that sounds. I was now madly in love and excited to map out the rest of my life with my partner in crime.

She and I had the same vision for marriage, home, career, and kids, so there was no trepidation on my part. I was ready to take the vow that I fully intended to keep until one of us died — which would probably be me.

It (now) seems puzzling to have to choose one person for the rest of your life when you’re in your twenties or thirties — when that could be another 60…