One year ago today my divorce became officially finalized. And if you haven't been through this process yourself, let me tell you...what they show you on TV and in the movies isn't how it actually goes down. I didn't take out my best pen and sign paper documents in a lawyer's office, or even in my own living room. I signed everything electronically, and was notified that my marriage had been terminated via email, with signed documents attached. Divorce in the time of Covid: fairly anti-climactic, if you ask me. I did celebrate by going to dinner with a friend - we had a delicious meal at a lovely Italian restaurant. My kiddo was with my ex, so after dinner I returned home to my empty house. The house that I worked my butt off to keep during the divorce, in order to provide some small sense of stability for my child. (More on how I was able to keep my house will come in a future post.)
Back to that night - it's a really strange feeling, to be able to make plans and not have to factor in childcare. I mean, my ex and I had already been co-parenting for a couple of years at that point, so it wasn't a new feeling, but to this day, it still feels a bit strange. I never thought my kiddo and I wouldn't live under the same roof every day, but it happened. And while it's definitely for the best that my ex and I are no longer together, it doesn't make it any less sad. I think I'm still trying to process some of that grief and sadness, while looking ahead to the future AND managing the present. Stay tuned for more!
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