When does the spew stop? I don't think it ever does. Maybe part of the reason why everyone tries, and should try in most cases, so darned hard to avoid divorce. My ex has gotten just about everything she asked for, and it blew up in her face.
I got custody.
I moved out of state.
I'm happy and moving forward with my life.
Imagine if you thought you were setting out on your grandest dream and adventure. If you thought it was so grand and wonderful that it was worth taking some losses and cutting familiarity away from your life. If you thought that familiarity (namely, us LBSes) was the thing that kept your life from being so grand.
Cut us away, thinking we're a tumor, only to realize we're actual organs. Cut ribs out long enough, nothing supports your heart. (My golden metaphor for today.)
So, they dropped us. Then, they found their lives sucked a bag of refried, floppy donkey d!cks. So, they have the fallback. Blame us.
I know it galls my ex to no end to see me as happy as I am.
I don't care. I am happy. Life isn't perfect, but it moves forward for me instead of dwelling on the past.
So, the spew will probably not end in the forseeable future, but that's OK. I'm good. We're the ones who survived, and if divorce leaves such a thing, we're the winners.
