Two years ago he dropped the bomb and left without looking back. One year ago the divorce was official. Today we were in court wrapping up the final piece of marital division.
In this time I've gone from devastated, desolate, struggling, limping, walking, skipping, dancing. The worst is long gone, the best becomes better.
I'm better at facing fears, taking ownership, calling a spade a spade. I'm no longer (as) hypersensitive or controlling. It's okay if I'm not needed. I try different things rather than being a Momma Nazi, i.e., I try at look at more than my fear, look at the bigger picture.
Take a moment to look in the mirror, see the man who looks back. Just be that man, that dad... because that's who you are. Embrace what's good, drop what doesn't work.
And keep going day by day. This journey comes with its own load each day. Carry that, not the world.
