A Few Months Ago
I told my husband I wanted a divorce in September. The lawyer was hired at the end of September. He moved out in the beginning of October. Here I am in December... btw: yesterday was the first time I ever had to shovel my driveway on my own. I felt liberated after it. I felt like, you know, I can do this, this living on my own thing.
Unfortunately, the divorce can not become final until the house is sold. We've had a lot of showings, but no offers yet. *sigh* the biggest mistake was allowing myself to buy a house.
The divorce part, for me, was easy because I knew it's what I wanted. Not once, since he's moved out, have I missed him. Not once have I asked myself, omg, what have I done.
The only thing I truly struggle with is not having someone in bed with me at night, or someone to cozy up to. But, it's not like we really cozied up to each other anymore either. Now it's time to go out and find myself again. Next time, I will truly know what it takes to maintain a relationship.