Hello Interpeeps! I am starting to feel a little bit more myself these days. "Whatever do you mean?" you ask. Well, I kicked a cat this morning...
Seriously, the divorce is going great. And by "great" I mean it's not going anywhere.
We still co-habitat.
We still don't get along.
I still make the chili with ground turkey instead of ground beef (a crime against God and man) because I know he won't eat it otherwise.
And I could post a thousand snarky comments about why that sucks and how horrible things are for me but I won't. Instead I will tell you about a moment.
It wasn't such a big moment.
I was standing in a house talking to a realtor about renting it. I didn't end up renting it for a number of reasons (all my own) but it was at that moment that I felt myself turning a corner.
I could suddenly see the possibility of a future with my children that didn't include the Wasband.
I could glimpse the adult life for which I've longed.
A little ray of sunshine peeked through the thickness of those ominous clouds that have been following me around for a year now. And I knew for the very first time that I was going to be okay.