My husband moved out nearly two years ago. Seeing his new apartment with all of his belongings in it was the worst day of my life. At the time our daughter was 7. Telling her we were getting a divorce was the worst day of her life. I kept the house and I have her 4 days per week. The house is a lot of work. The house is also a lot more peaceful now that it’s just me and her.
He has a serious girlfriend of about a year now. My daughter has met her and her daughter a couple of times. I haven’t summoned up the emotional bravery to meet the girlfriend just yet.
When we first started dating about 11 years ago, it was bliss. The best first date ever. I reached out for his hand while we shared a small table at a cafe, and he kissed me at my car. We moved to Florida for two years. I got pregnant. We moved back home to be by family and friends. I got severe postpartum depression which lasted way too long. He shut down emotionally and his unmedicated ADHD ran rampant. Couple’s therapy didn’t work for us because I think both of us secretly wanted a divorce by that time.
Anyways, on July 15th I’ll be officially divorced.
Noodles and Company pesto cavatappi in the car.