...and today I learn just how much of my current state of mind is due to zero contact. I received an e-mail from my STBX telling me that she received a piece of mail alerting her to the condo insurance policy's expiration. And I flashed with rage, and I wasn't sure exactly why, immediately; but I think it's because her receiving the piece of mail-- when the online account still shows my address as the mailing address for the mortgage and for the insurance policy-- implies that she submitted a change-of-address at the post office.
I felt the same kind of outrage when she removed the "married" status from her Facebook profile. How dare she?
But I'm breathing, and calming, and doing my best to leave it be... and again being grateful that there are no children, meaning that zero contact is actually an option. The only tie we still have, now, is that she's still on the mortgage papers (although she's signed away her stake in the property as part of the marital settlement). For as long as that's true, there's still a chance that we'll have to communicate. We aren't yet legally divorced, but at this point, because we're doing no-contest, I (as the petitioner) don't have to see her again for any of that.
So there's my answer from earlier. It's not that I should be puzzled that I'm not over it already, because I'm definitely not. I should instead be grateful that I have the luxury of not being affected and reminded of this situation on an everyday basis.
