D-Day
Today is the Day.
By the time this posts, my divorce should be final. I’m queueing it to post while I’m in court or on my way back home. It’s an act of faith on my part, but, still, I’m fairly confident that it will happen, so I figured it was okay.
As I write this, I’m not really sad, though, I probably will have my moments of sadness and mourning for the death of my marriage. I contributed to it, of course, since it does take two to tango, but I was willing to stick it out until the bitter end. Which, unfortunately, is what it came to in the end. I was the one who filed for divorce, mainly because she left to be with her next victim, but also because I didn’t want this to drag on for years like her last one did. Oddly enough, I was accused of dragging things out for some reason, but she was the one fighting over all the “stuff”. Ironically, I ended up getting everything that I asked for, and then some, back in December when I filed. So, I can’t help but wonder if wasting this time and money was worth it to her. I hope so.
In the end, I know that I’m better off. We never would have lasted as long as we were focused on different goals and had the giant communication problem that we did. I find it sad that there were things she could complain to her new man about, but that she couldn’t talk to me about. Not even changing the way I make coffee in the morning. For some reason, that seemed to be a big issue for her. (Yes, I know because I read a bunch of the e-mail that she and he exchanged. Neither of them were quite as adept at hiding information as they thought.)
So, now, I just have to pack all her stuff and arrange a time and date to give it to her. I wonder what next year will be like?
