It’s like all of a sudden I can’t describe myself in any other words. I get up, look in the mirror and see the words divorced. What the hell is that about?
We were together for 8 years. Married for roughly a year and a half. Divorce was final this past October. I moved out in August. Now here we are at Christmas already which was our anniversary date because that’s when we started dating.
Its funny how 8 years can feel like a lifetime with someone, once you aren’t waking up next to them any longer. How the memories flood you when you aren’t even thinking about them.
We had our issues from the beginning and I think we thought buying a house and getting married could fix some of them, but ultimately they made things worse. We were trying to buy things to cover up the cracks and broken pieces of our relationship. I think it may be a common mistake my generation makes, getting married to fix problems. I don’t know why we think that would work.
Now I have all these memories and pictures from holidays, vacations and concerts surrounding me. He’s in my dreams and in my mind when I’m out at the grocery store or driving down the road. It’s almost like a ghost now. I just never thought I would be here. Typing these words. We both are better off but man when does it get easier?