It didn’t begin that way, but by Tuesday evening things had started to turn. Wednesday night I had a date with my husband at the house. It was our first sit down talk about divorce. Yes, it’s definitely happening and here’s how discussion. Lovely. The actual time spent with him was okay. It was really nice to see him and talk and I cried, but it was civilized, and he wasn’t trying to be an ass, he just is. Tried to get him to articulate a little more on the reasons. Really? I asked. You’re doing this to ride your bike and play your guitar more? And he responded that he was also excited about an idea for starting his own company one day and how that would take sacrifice. Just call me sacrificial lamb. You do realize people start businesses all the time and don’t leave their spouses right? Very fortunate for him our state is a no fault divorce state.
Thursday, while inserting my menstrual cup (what? too much information?) I discovered a small hard lump on my cervix. Wonderful.
Friday I got a text from dark horse asking if I was available to talk. Great. Managed to avoid it till Sunday when boyfriend broke up with me. He thinks I’m great, but he’s got shit to sort out. Yeah, me too. Still, it was the healthiest break up I’ve ever experienced, and the most grown-up, well-considered, growing relationship. No regrets.
This week has me sorting at least some of my shit out, with a doctor’s appointment and a visit to my attorney.
Can anyone top that?