I got home after a few days away, staying with the very amazing man I've been seeing, to find divorce papers sitting on my doormat.
STBXH has actually been to a lawyer.
I'm a bit shocked, to say the least. This is the first thing he's organised. Maybe perhaps it wasn't him? Anyway, that's irrelevant. It's there in black and white.
He clearly doesn't want me to know where he's living as he's given his address as his parent's address.
But it's the simplified procedure as there are no kids and no financial matters to sort.
So, instead of trying to work out how I feel about it all, and sitting mulling things over in my head (as I would have done in a past life), I went for a run. My new, longer run, which I've done three times now. I cut one minute thirty seconds off my time...lol.
Result? I still don't know how I feel about it, but I've done something positive for myself
