The first thought that hit me was the date. If I had remained married to my first husband, yesterday would have been our 25th wedding anniversary. So I thought about him. I remembered that day and many other good times.
Then I went over to the house that I used to call home to help with sorting and cleaning, as we prepare to put it on the market. I spent the bulk of the day in the same living space, with the same man that I have shared the last 18 years with.
For extra fun, I went to the attorney's office to have my signature notarized to begin the divorce process.
As I reflected on all of these things, I decided:
My first husband was a really nice man but our marriage was not meant to be. I think his wife is really glad.
The house no longer feels like my home.
The man I am married to no longer feels like my husband; He feels like a stranger.
It felt right to sign the papers.
Later I walked the dog and tried to appreciate the beautiful day. So many gorgeous flowers opening up.
I want to be in bloom too. Time to get started.
