I realized this morning that today is (sort of) my 11th wedding anniversary. I originally thought that it was my 10th, but I got the math wrong. That tends to happen after a night shift. I’m honestly surprised that I even remembered that today was the day. We’ve been separated for a few years now, and most of the time I don’t remember.
This is very much a transition time for me and my ex… the house is no longer in my name. It’s her house now. We have 2 appointments set up with a mediator this month to get the separation agreement finalized with regards to child support. Then it’s off to get the do-it-yourself divorce kit filled out… and on with our lives.
If you’re thinking that I’m overly sad about all of this… you’d be wrong. I’m not. She’s happy. Happier than I’ve seen her in a long time. The man she’s with treats her really well. He’s good to the kids. She and I still have our friendship, which remains solid. We have our children. We will be forever linked through them.
It just wasn’t meant to be.