When I Started My Divorce

I am divorcing my husband. There you go. Now you know.

No, I don’t hate him. No, I don’t feel anything negative toward him. I’m not bitter or hateful. It has been a long, complicated year and I needed to make this decision.

While it sucks letting go of what you wish you could fix and what you thought you were going to build only to face the prospect of restarting all over again - I’m not unhappy with the decision to move on however painful that process is.

I am currently living with my parents while he and I sell the condo and get everything settled and done. My family has been marvelous and supportive in everything.

I do know one thing, the collection of friends and rather random acquaintances who were suddenly there during the absolutely worst part of this realization to listen to me, to offer their own stories, to make me laugh, and to offer reassurance and recommendations, unbeknownst to them, restored my faith in humanity and gave me a lot of hope that I think I lost.

I think it is so easy to harden the heart or be bitter when crappy stuff happens to you or turn away when crappy stuff happens to someone else. I can confirm, there is still so much good in people and good in the world.

I am doing ok. I would say a large part of where I am is… loneliness. If you have a second to send me a text now and again - maybe an article you read that’s cool, or a picture of something funny – that would be awesome. I’m an avid texter, if you didn’t know.

I’m sure I’ll be up for some companionship and drinks or coffee to break up the pin-point focus I’ve had to maintain soon enough. So, don't completely write me off as I go through what I got to go through.

So. That's... my report on this whatever day of 2018.