Went to a party last week. Saw the old crowd. Included an ex (probably the worst ex) whose relationship ended on a bad note (probably the worst note). Spent 3 hours avoiding eye contact and trying not to be recognized; after all, it's been 15 years. She did, of course. Said "hi" on her way out the door. I said "hi" back. The thing is, though? It's been 15 years. And it ended badly. And fuckin'A I look good and she didn't. And that was awesome.
I had a dream about you last night, usual non-sequitor dream stuff. I bet it was because of your comment here. I'm on my way to the lawyer, as you know, and I was thinking, I'm going to make sure I look great! I better get on it.And fuckin'A I look good and she didn't.
For what it's worth, I'm finding your progress and mentality towards this whole process incredibly inspiring. In 100% of the cases I've seen up until this one, divorce is the ending of people. It is where their happiness, self-worth, and 'light' seems to sputter and die out. You're just getting started, and I've never seen you shine brighter.