Izvor: SrbijaDanas.com, 26.Nov.2019, 01:37   (ažurirano 02.Apr.2020.)

"Postala sam udovica sa 29 godina, a tek onda sam saznala STRAŠNU ISTINU o svom mužu"

Robin Vudman postala je mlada udovica kada je suprug pogunuo prilikom nesreće na ronjenju.

Ali ona nije tradicionalana udovica - njena tuga nije zbog gubitka, već je prožeta besom i osećajem izdaje.

Kada je dve godine ranije njen suprug kleknuo na jedno koleno i zaprosio je, osećala je da nešto nije kako treba, ali je ipak rekla "da". Problemi su počeli ubrzo nakon venčanja, ali su ih rešavali na bračnim terapijama.

Robin je mislila da su probleme >> Pročitaj celu vest na sajtu SrbijaDanas.com << konačno ostavili iza sebe, kada joj se u jednom danu svet srušio. Njen suprug je poginuo, a ona je ostala udovica sa samo 29 godina.

- Sve udovice prolaze kroz sličnu bol, ali ja sam u tom klubu bila samo šest nedelja. Udarac koji sam primila nakon Maksove smrti smestio me je u drugi, još ekskluzivniji klub - rekla je ona.

Sometimes you can’t plan for life. Like today when I woke up to an email from my editor that my @HuffPost article went live. Just like 14 years ago when my husband died when I was 29 years old. I dove deep with this story, sharing what it was like to navigate loss after finding out about his infidelity. Link for full article in my profile. Share your personal stories below, DM, or email me. I am here to listen. #complicatedgrief #imhereforyou

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Kada se brak završi, bilo smrću ili razvodom, tajne obično isplivaju na površinu, a ono što je Robin saznala poželela je da je zauvek ostalo skriveno. Naime, njen suprug je imao brojne afere od dana kada su se upoznali.

- Dok smo se zabavljali imao je druge devojke. To se nastavilo tokom naše veridbe i braka. Sve vreme je održavao svoj bogat ljubavni život - kazala je.

Travelogue: Robyn 2017 - Ischia. We had spent the day in our swim suits plunging in and out of hot thermal pools and bracingly cold baths. My skin had that satisfying freshly scrubbed feeling I associate with a day spent in the water. • I remember asking Annie to braid my hair off my face and loved the way the scarf moved against my slightly sunburnt shoulders. • We walked down the road after. Mostly meandered. Our muscles half responding: they were still sleeping from the day spent lounging like lizards. • It was my first time on Ischia, an island in the Bay of Naples and the preferred vacation spot for Neapolitans. • At every meal I skipped the pasta and ordered thick slabs of bruschetta con pomodoro. The plate piled high with deep red hued tomatoes swimming in green, spicy, olive oil. Even though it’s not good table manners, I would use a piece of crusty table bread and sop up the juice. Closing my eyes while I chewed and catching the drop of oil that made it down my chin. • As I tell my Italian husband, “It’s not my love for you that causes me to love your country. It’s the love I have for your country that led me to you.” #whatitalyis🇮🇹 #ischia

A post shared by Robyn Woodman (@robynwoodman) on Apr 24, 2019 at 4:50pm PDT

Taken on Lake Garda just about this time last year. We noshed on some excellent pizza along the lake and drank some wine of the region. • I had just finished an intense work week and drove down from the far north of Italy, swung by Milan to pick Mimmo up, and we road tripped back to Abruzzo. • Life is long and chapters are plentiful. Never in my wildest dreams of 2014 would I have imagined this would be something coming up for me in my next chapters. Working in Italy and traveling after with my Italian husband. • Life is funny, and heartbreaking, and exhilarating often all at the same time. I felt so damn over everything in 2014. And to be honest for many years before that. The key was making steps toward them. I left my job that made me feel dead inside. I packed up and rented my place. I broke up with my boyfriend and doubted myself. But I knew. KNEW there was something else waiting for me. So I went to find it. • Join me on The Roman Adventure and we’ll crack the book open on YOUR next chapters. All we need to do is make some room, get focused, and take steps toward them. The link for #theromanadventure is in my bio. Or DM me, I’ll send it to you. #💥

A post shared by Robyn Woodman (@robynwoodman) on Apr 18, 2019 at 12:44pm PDT

I love to scroll through my camera roll and look at pictures and conjure the feelings of that moment. Sure, some are not so fun. But I also have SO damn many stunning moments just sitting there, waiting to be picked back up and appreciated. • This is one for me. It was Rome’s birthday two years ago. It was a sunny April day and I happened to be in the Eternal City after finishing a tough but totally rewarding work week up in Northern Italy. • This was shot while I was hanging out the window of my dear Annie’s house and the day was ripe with possibilities. • We made the most of our time and walked to the Forum and then back near Piazza Navona for an Aperitivo with Romans all around us. Perfect. • I invite you to scroll through your camera roll. Find an old picture that puts a smile on your face. Say a couple of words about it and post it in your story. TAG me, I’ll repost in mine so we can all enjoy each others good vibes. I’m all about re-using awesome memories to put another smile on my face. #theromanadventure #💥

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I kept thinking, I don’t know. I just don’t know what’s next for me. I know I’m not happy here but beyond that... • And when ‘I don’t know’ becomes a drumbeat as predictable as your breath and heartbeat, it’s past time to listen. To slow down. To notice and listen to what you’re trying to whisper to yourself. • If your whispering has become a shout, I hear you. Consider The Roman Adventure your battle call. This is no retreat, this is a full on 13 week adventure. We’ll do it together. #theromanadventure #💥

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Two times this past week I’ve been asked about my credentials for coaching women. Not in an adversarial way, but in a curious way. • I responded with the truth, “life experience.” While I used to shy away from the question, now I’m firmly planted in what I do and why I’m qualified to do it. • But it got me thinking: If I had gotten a degree in this work, rather than my life experience what would those courses have looked like? • A Master Course: You’re screwed. A 5 year program featuring a dead husband, a foreclosure, and monthly crying calls to the IRS. • A Master Course: Resiliency to run concurrently with You’re Screwed. Featuring your widowhood (at 29) filled with your former husband’s secret affairs, learning to muddle your way through a myriad of intense emotions including guilt, shame, anger, relief, and sadness. Hone your communication and interpersonal skills through awkward conversations. Lessons include: Explaining to your family physician why you’ve asked for a full STD panel. • PhD — Walk Away From Your Entire Life. This independent study program focuses on burning your life down to the ground and rebuilding it. Extra Credit — Travel to Italy and not have one actual idea what you’re doing with life — on the daily. Fight off the urge to seek approval and explain your new life direction. Develop and execute a financial plan to fund this next chapter. • Credentials? Yeah I have them. And if you’re questioning your ability, but feel in your guts you have what it takes, YOU DO. Consider this your sign. • Need some help burning your life down? DM me. I’m here to teach you what I already went through. Link in bio to full post, friends. #mondaymomentum #coaching #burnitdown #robynwoodman #theromanadventure

A post shared by Robyn Woodman (@robynwoodman) on Apr 1, 2019 at 3:06pm PDT

Vest o suprugovom neverstvu saznala je od zajedničkog prijatelja šest nedelja nakon njegove smrti, a onda se i sama uverila kada je proverila njegov telefon i kompjuter.Tugu je zamenio bes, a kako kaže, dugo nije mogla da veruje muškarcima.

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