Good job! I'm sorry if I'm behind on reading your posts, but if it was simple why did you let it go for so long?
It's a very simplified procedure, because we have no children or joint property/shared assets. You just fill in details (name, address) and there are a handful of boxes to tick.
I guess it was waiting for the two year separation date. Before that date, you need your spouse's active consent to the divorce. But after the two years it doesn't matter what they think/say and you can divorce them irrespective of what they want.
That's the only thing that I find a bit strange: we're almost at the two year point now. Why didn't he just wait for a little bit longer? Why did he want my active consent?
In a way, it doesn't matter. I'll never know and the end result is still the same. So, that question is irrelevant. No point in even trying to speculate.
And that's the feelings I'm left with overall. How? And why? I mean, I can fill in the blanks intellectually, but in a feeling sense none of it makes sense. How can something have been so irreparable that it's easier to walk away? But I guess I'm not the one that lied and cheated, so throw that into the equation and I guess running away/getting divorced is easier than living with all of that on your conscience and being reminded of it every time you look at your wife.
And where am I in all this? Today I feel...well, I don't know. I'm left with the sheer hard effort of making sure I'm always making positive choices for myself and of moving forward in my life. I've learnt a bit of that over the past couple of years. I guess I hadn't been *as* aware of it in my previous life, and hadn't made as consciously positive choices for myself.
Maybe I'd been a little bit self indulgent with myself in my previous life? There's no room for any of that any more in this brave new world. I've needed to toughen up on myself, for myself, for sure. Maybe that's why I'm enjoying the discipline of training/running? I need that discipline in my life now, for myself.
Last night I had a dream about going outside, in the rain, with my new partner, and both of us had not a stitch of clothing on us. I/we felt no shame in having nothing on, just excitement of wanting to go outside and laugh in the rain. I remember how the raindrops looked on my skin: beautiful and magical.
