The End. No more. The other shoe dropped. Over and Done.
Just before this past weekend, my divorce was signed by all interested parties and a judge okayed it, so I’m officially no longer married.
So what does it mean? Anything at all? Am I supposed to be happy? Sad? I know I’m relieved, if only because it means that a question mark that had been looming over my head like some side-quest character has finally turned into an exclamation point. Now I get to cash in my XP and level up.
So what do I do now with this new status? Never been divorced before. I’ve only been “married” or “not married”. And should I even define myself by that kind of status? In some ways, I think so. It’s certainly fair to apply that label to myself. And if I didn’t, wouldn’t I just be pretending that it wasn’t a chapter of my life?
I think, for now, I’ll wear it like a scar. It’s an important part of my life that hurt and damaged me. But I learned a lot about myself, who I was vs. who I am now, and what kind of person I want to be with. I know what to look for in a partner as well as what to avoid.
I’ve learned who my friends are. They really stepped up, and I couldn’t have done it without them. A few in particular were extraordinary (they know who they are). Thank you for stepping up and being a good friend.
So. New chapter starting now. New characters. New setting. Same author.