I can see that this is still, even 9 months post divorce and 18 months post X leaving, a very strange unfamiliar world. When I think about having spent 30 years with him - it truly has been over half of my life.
I was thinking about this the other morning on the drive to work...during those 30 years I was truly at my best. No - not perfect. I maybe didn't LOOK my best - but I developed into the KIND of person I wanted to be. Growing up I was always so scared and never had a true sense of self. Mine came through my marriage and family. X was a high school and college athletic star and in his mind his "best" years were outside of the marriage and family realm.
Between the two of us, I think I'm the lucky one.
M-48/XH-48 M=25/T=28 years Ds-24,22/S-18 D - 3/11 A Day at a Time