I'm... really good actually, as evidenced by not updating this thread constantly.
Don't get me wrong--if I allow myself the luxury of misery, I can easily get sad, or angry, or bitter. And more of that is coming, as legal proceedings continue (negotiation should be by end of this month), and if I make the mistake of checking on my STBX's phone logs and such.
So I just don't think about it. And then life is actually pretty good; I love my job and house and friends, I'm keeping active and learning new things, dressing better, getting in even better shape, and all those good recovery things. I can see a fun-ish dating future ahead should I choose that route, and know that I will be able to love again, though the legal construct of marriage now offends me, that I can lose so much by being a good husband.
Having said all that... this is such a senseless tragedy, and I wish like hell that it wasn't happening. It's completely unnecessary and I will never understand why, but then I don't need to know in order to move forward.
No word, sight, or sound from STBX for the past few months; the only hint that shows she exists is that when I transfer money into her maintenance account, it vanishes a few days later.
