I have been divorced for 20 years as of tomorrow
I've written about it before, so I won't go into much detail. My OCD nature compels me to acknowledge anniversaries and such; it helps me process and deal with the situation.
It really does seem like yesterday, going to the court house, settling up surprisingly quickly, and well in my favor(I'm typing this from the house we used to live in), but it was still shocking.
Little blips remain.
*BLIP* Seeing her for the first time in almost a year, and her telling me she's going to a Marilyn Manson/Jane's Addiction show;
*BLIP* Sitting in a room, finalizing the split;
*BLIP* Exiting the building as a nearby clock tower struck high noon;
*BLIP* Went to Tower Records. I remember I bought Beatles, Iron Maiden, and Barenaked Ladies CDs;
*BLIP* Stopped into Hooters, which was close to Tower, did a crossword puzzle with one of the waitresses;
*BLIP* Went to Petco and bought a Betta fish;
*BLIP* Returned home, where I played "Thanks, That Was Fun" by the Barenaked Ladies, which just seemed apt. My brain and nervous system went into "What the hell just happened?" mode. The finality, knowing that she's gone for good now, hit me harder than I had anticipated.
*BLIP* Rain storm that evening. The girl I was seeing at the time(the narc ex) refused to come over, which angered me.
Called into work the next day, because my brains were too scrambled.
Fast forward to today, hopefully getting remarried in the near future, happy with the relationship I have now. But I have to tip my hat to the experience, which took up almost 13 years of my life. Regrets? Not a single one. And, if these were the circumstances that led me to THIS moment? Even better.
It really does seem like yesterday, going to the court house, settling up surprisingly quickly, and well in my favor(I'm typing this from the house we used to live in), but it was still shocking.
Little blips remain.
*BLIP* Seeing her for the first time in almost a year, and her telling me she's going to a Marilyn Manson/Jane's Addiction show;
*BLIP* Sitting in a room, finalizing the split;
*BLIP* Exiting the building as a nearby clock tower struck high noon;
*BLIP* Went to Tower Records. I remember I bought Beatles, Iron Maiden, and Barenaked Ladies CDs;
*BLIP* Stopped into Hooters, which was close to Tower, did a crossword puzzle with one of the waitresses;
*BLIP* Went to Petco and bought a Betta fish;
*BLIP* Returned home, where I played "Thanks, That Was Fun" by the Barenaked Ladies, which just seemed apt. My brain and nervous system went into "What the hell just happened?" mode. The finality, knowing that she's gone for good now, hit me harder than I had anticipated.
*BLIP* Rain storm that evening. The girl I was seeing at the time(the narc ex) refused to come over, which angered me.
Called into work the next day, because my brains were too scrambled.
Fast forward to today, hopefully getting remarried in the near future, happy with the relationship I have now. But I have to tip my hat to the experience, which took up almost 13 years of my life. Regrets? Not a single one. And, if these were the circumstances that led me to THIS moment? Even better.
