Today would be my 17th wedding anniversary.
Except it’s not.
I’d love to say that I sat here and typed this this morning. But I didn’t.
I typed it 14 days ago.
Why would I do that, you ask?
Because I knew that I would be busy for the next 14 days living my life. Gloriously free of the extra baggage that was my “husband.”
No moss growing on this girl.
But, it seemed appropriate to take notice of the day. Which is actually hilarious because we never remembered our anniversary. Ever.
Except for last year. We both remembered.
Last year at this time, I was blissfully unaware of what was coming down the pike. This time last year, I was wondering how we were going to get a date night in when we had folks visiting from out of town and trips to Cape May planned.
He was planning on where to meet his ex-girlfriend for a little sexual liason.
Ten days later he asked for a divorce.
If you want to know how devastated and surprised I was, take a look back at the original posts on this blog.
But don’t expect to find that girl here anymore.
She’s so gone…..