What a weird fucking day. Today, I'm packing. I never really felt like I was in denial about this whole divorce thing, but this is just weird. When I move out of here, we're really over. That's the line for me. Paperwork means shit as far as I'm concerned. When I'm sleeping somewhere else, we're divorced, and I have to relearn how to live my life, after living almost 6 years of it with him. Today's packing has included pictures, which I had to look through, of course. Pictures that included our wedding. I'm proud to say there were no tears (although I'm fighting 'em back now), mostly just a confused feeling. "Look at us, so happy. What happened?" and "Wow, I guess that's not me anymore." My head and heart feel ready to explode.
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koleeta:
egad....I feel for you. are you guys planning on being close friends?
koleeta:
I only ask because I'd tell you to not look at the pictures...and try to forget him...forawhile at least. I dunno if this is the method that is best for you. works for me...except the memories, learning to live alone again...I know it.