Like the first time I signed divorce paperwork, I felt nothing.
I've come a long way since dreaming of him every night and waking up in disbelief and heartache. I've come nearly all the way in my mind, believing again that I am so much better off and most certainly better than him.
I saw him on the 4th of this month. I had made it 6 months without him, and I grow stronger by the day. I always told him that I could not make it without him, in an effort to reassure him; but it was never true. He knew it, too. I was always too strong for him. And the one before him. I am unrelenting when it comes to my children.
Yes, it is the hardest time of my whole life just like he said It would be, and I am utterly abandoned but not alone. I grow strong from the incredible women around me, my mother and my sister. It was always us. It will always be us. And now my children, too. When I think of that brief time in my life when I felt, completely, in love, I remember that the cost was at my children's expense. I could never do it. I never did. I never will.
He asked it always; he threatened it, really. What would I do without him?
I still play those conversations in my head: what awful things his family must say, the way he's spun his side of it. Oh to be a fly on the wall after our mediation when I stormed in with my dark hair and my demands. And I got everything I asked for, immediately. My mother said it best, "who exactly does he think he is fucking with?"
Today is our anniversary. We were married by a Justice of the Peace in our Chuck Taylors on the day the world was supposed to end (again). It just worked out that I signed the marriage dissolution today. And still, all these painful things before me, I just kind of felt nothing.
There was a printed email waiting for me after I signed the MDA with all the account information he had that I needed. I walked to my car and looked it over...he refers to me in it as his soon to be ex-wife. Yeah, I bet he can't wait.
The one thing I had was that I felt nothing. But he feels glad.
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