The anniversary of the divorce came and went without me fearing or realizing it. It's been two years.
I saw a man I was wildly flirting or at least trying to flirt with last year. I've realized that self confidence and a smile are much better than playing "Look at me!". That is, be secure in me.
I was with my son when he got a text message he read to me. "The baby was born at X time and weighed Y. Both baby and mom are fine. :)" He paused a bit. "Mom since when did Dad ever put a smiley face on something?" A bit longer pause. "Who texts their kids to tell them they have a little brother?"
I wrote an update to friends I haven't seen since a reunion four years ago when I was still married: "I'm single, have performed in several community theater productions and blah blah blah."
I no longer feel the need or compulsion to be identified by the betrayal and divorce.
