i’ve had enough friends go through the process that i knew going into the marriage that it was long. i laughed over the very cynical part of my brain that saw marriage as partly “claiming rights to legal help to untangle if things go awry.” i loved him enough and was optimistic enough to want to step forward with the entangling but wanted to have that resource. hell, that’s all still true. but anyway. here’s to three months down since we separated according to our paperwork, which means three months to go until it’s legal assuming all goes smoothly. we have a date friday to get the separation agreement notarized. i started crying when my brain classified it as “date” and gave me a sudden flashback to that first date.
his school year’s wrapping up this week, so i’m eagerly awaiting and dreading the reality of an empty house instead of just the stuck, silent one.