Thank you for the virtual hug. It doesn't pain me much any more. On the scale of gaping wound to scar, these memories are about bruise-level. I only flinch when it is poked
After reading various different threads lately, it occurred to me how thankful I am to have had a runaway husband vs. a cowardly cake-eater. X dropped the bomb and was gone the next day. Ring off, moved out, no hesitation. I only Divorce Busted (aka pick-me danced) for four months. During this period, I recall a conversation where I asked him in exasperation why he hadn't yet decided to divorce if he was in fact "so done with me". He replied "fear of failure, fear of judgement, fear of expense". Nothing to do with me or S2. Just fear of consequences.
I would have filed for divorce in October last year if not for the mandatory 12-month waiting period. But it would have been done in anger and not with a clear heart and mind. I have no regrets. I am strong and proud of it. My gaping wound is cleanly healed. Just a little bruised still.
