It’s been 20 days since our divorce was finalized through the courts. I struggle with the language because it’s all so black and white: mine, yours. You did this, I did that. Before, after. Even the terms–ex/wife, husband, daughter in law, son in law. Who are we, now that we are not married?
It’s all a lot to navigate, even without Covid. But now, we are a family of ex-es and a household of halves. Half the mom-dad yin-yang the boys were used to, and now it’s mom, and a sad mom. I’m so lucky in so many ways (hello, all the things, read the archives if you don’t know) but I never thought I’d be here, now.
Welcome to the rest of the story, I guess. The one I never knew I would write, the one I don’t know how to tell.
Be well, my friends, who might be out there in trouble too. These are hard times. I will try to be here more often, if only just to be accountable to myself. I want to remember this all, so some day, I can tell others how we all came out of it.