It was a year ago this week that we told The Little Man we were getting a divorce.
He had no idea it was coming. We sat him down on the soft, overstuffed, brown leather living room couch we’d all picked out. His father said, “Buddy, we have something to tell you… we’re getting divorced.”
Pause.
The Little Man looked first at me (as if for confirmation) and then at his Dad. Then he said,
“Now we can stop struggling…”
I couldn’t have said it better myself
In some ways, I’m shocked at how smoothly it went because my friends and family were so good to me (Thank you, Carol! Thank you , Lori!) and it really was the right thing for us to do (despite the fact that I suffered and stayed for years thinking it was wrong).
There are certain things I miss, though: having my good girlfriends (Beth, Wendy, Becca, those pictured here… you know who you are!) to go have lunch or tea or just chats with, our weekends at Snow Mountain Ranch; I miss my Extreme Measures/FACE friends. I miss restaurants. I miss sushi. I miss the Pearl Street Mall, even though I didn’t go there much the last few years. I miss the little Ethiopian sisters’ restaurant. That’s so good. I actually miss shopping malls, but I didn’t think I would. I miss my back yard and the Front Range. I miss The Little Man. I miss being in a family — not that particular family, but a family in general. I miss you guys, if you’re out there reading. I hope you’ll come visit wherever the journey takes me.
