Today is technically my fifteenth wedding anniversary. Of course, we’re not married anymore, not really. He told me he didn’t want to be married to me when I was two months pregnant. Our daughter is three years old now. We’ve been living apart all this time, with other people. I’m happy with Eric, I love him. I love him in a way that I never loved my husband. And yet.
Today still feels like a giant kick in the gut.
Today all the betrayal, lies, loss… it all washes over me like it’s brand new.
We will meet with the lawyer next week. Make it legal. Make it final. I suspect though, that June 17th will feel like a sucker punch for years to come.