At 10:10 AM CST, the honorable judge in the county of Dakota, Minnesota, ended my 17-year marriage. I am now officially divorced.
I cheered. It was the best moment of my life, by far. Well…not the best moment. I shared some amazing ones with my ex, but marriage had always been a struggle, and I was completely and utterly miserable throughout, something I didn’t realize until the waning years. The utter peace and relaxation that I now have, after being away from her for over a year, is revealing.
The last few days, my body has decided that I needed to detox from the stress of the divorce process. I ended up sleeping away the entire day on Sunday.
Here’s to new heights and new beginnings.
Here’s to health and recovery.
Whenever I meet someone and they tell me that they are divorced or divorcing, I feel in a bit of a quandary. Should I commiserate with them because they may be sad that their marriage has gone sour? Or should I feel glad for them because they feel better for getting out of a bad marriage that was causing them unhappiness? So I tend to tread water until i can figure out what best to say.
But in your case, your second paragraph made it easy.
So congratulations!
Here’s to those! (Raises metaphorical glass.)
Um, congratulations I guess, odd though it sounds to say.
Congratulations.
Welcome to the rest of your life. I’ve never been divorced, but a decade and a half ago I was well out of a longish (eight years) toxic relationship, and the sense of release is like nothing else. Good luck.