Content provided on this site is for entertainment or informational purposes only and should not be construed as medical or health, safety, legal or financial advice. Click here for additional information. You chronicled your tumultuous separation that eventually mellowed into a strange period wherein you hung out quite a bit in some kind of confused limbo. You wrote about your confusion: We have three kids, after all.
You shared it all because why not? Divorce is nothing to be ashamed of. It happens to a lot of us. So you keep writing. You go through phases. So you float away from each other and appear to make drastic improvements to yourselves and your respective lives, which confirms to you that divorce was the right call.
You vacillate between friendship and formality and a few slip-ups wherein you become lovers, but you eventually settle into a nice, friendly relationship with occasional flirting. You handle it surprisingly well. You maintain positive communications, for the most part, and congratulate yourself on a divorce well done.
When it all gets too confusing, you remind yourself what those last couple years of marriage were like. You both lost yourselves. Adrift on a sea of self-hatred which you direct at each other, self-medicating with food and alcohol and excellent TV series binges.
Your divorce becomes final. You are no longer married. It makes you feel scared and floppy within the world. Like riding in a fast-moving car without a seat belt. But he seems different. He says things to you no man has ever said, he romances you like nobody ever has. So here we are. One year after we decided to split up. Stupid holiday, we can all agree, but still. There we were, eating the Doritos he gifted me with and sipping the red wine I bought him. Article Posted 3 years Ago Share this article.