19 years ago today the ex and I said ‘I do’.
We had been together 7 years already and he thought it was time to get married.
I went along for the ride although my heart was not really in it.
Not that I did not love him but I had sworn as a young girl I was never getting married after witnessing my parents marriage fall apart.
My reasoning was that if it ended there would be so much easier to walk away.
Within 6 weeks of my having said yes I was married.
This is also the year that my depression was first diagnosed.
Although it was before the marriage not after. ππππ
We had good years and bad.
It was the way of any marriage only I was feeling stifled.
I was feeling unseen.
Disappearing into a mom/boss (at work)/wife there was no me any more.
My ex is not a bad man at all.
And he does his best to do right with me now.
When we were married I paid all the bills /loan/mortgage and he paid for groceries etc.
I was always stressed.
Slowly our marriage dissolved.
And then it ended.
We, he and I, have worked very hard to go from where we were when we split in 2016 to today 2021.
I can say he is one of my closest friends.
And I one of his depending on the month and the girlfriend. π€£π€£π€£π€£π€£
We can talk about everything and anything as well as co-parenting.
Today I have my first call with the lawyer.
To begin our divorce.
Talk about irony right there.
I am not going to lie I have cried a couple of times since making the phone appointment. π’π’
This is the final little bit to making our lives totally separate.
It is an ending.
And endings are hard for anyone no matter how it comes about. ππ
Β©Sept. 14/21
Picture is my own