All cookies are basically the same thing: butter, sugar, vanilla, flour and bits of chocolate and nuts. But why do they all taste so different?

I find the same is with heartbreak. There are so many different versions. The idea behind them all are the same, yet they each bruise the heart differently.

The bomb drop. The paperwork. The carving of your time with your own F[censored]G kids. The division of assets. The waiting for the judge to sign, a guillotine. Then when you think it's all over, you begin contemplating the reality of seeing your wife with a new partner. How much bludgeoning can your soul take.

But actually, over all, I'm doing better. Enjoying moving into my own house. Enjoying setting it up the way I want it to. Enjoying my time with my kids when they come over.

Things have been very cordial and cooperative with my ex. Down right friendly. After years of being a SAHM, she just got a full time job. She's scared, and said she loved me and missed me (but clearly was not saying she wants to get back together, in her mind this was/is inevitable because we are wrong for each other.)

Just when I feel at peace with how it all turned out, I test myself by imagining seeing my ex with someone new. Then how would I feel?


Me: 50, MLC/WW 45
Young kids
Nov 2015: BD1
Apr 2016: BD2
Jan 2017: W filed
Feb 2017: D final