Today was D- Day.
My EX (weird) and I had our court hearing and 8 years of my life was wrapped with hearing a judge say that she was “granting both of us a divorce“.
Divorce is final.
Marriage is over.
He shall now and forever be….THE EX. I don’t plan on EVER having another.
I feel almost as if someone has died. Maybe because the “life” I worked so hard for the last 8 years is gone. I’m sad for the kids. I already hate the visitations and splitting up holidays horseshit. None of this is fair to them. That’s what makes me angry. It doesn’t seem fair to show up and put forth the effort to gain some kind of security for your kids just to have it ripped all to hell. I could sit here for hours on end, writing about all the things I did and what I think I deserve. All the coulda, woulda, shouldas… but it’s pointless. I’m not gonna do it. It’s over and I’m putting this burden down. Really,
I think … no, I know I did the right thing. I’m gonna be better off and happier and eventually, so will the kids. I couldn’t have done anything more than I did.
I can walk away knowing I gave it my all and that’s just going to have to be enough.
It’s time to start a new life … a much happier, healthier life.