Was waiting but...here it is.
Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 1:54 pm
Was waiting till the papers were in hand, but I know it's just a matter of waiting to have them arrive at my lawyer's now. So here's the rest of my news that I've been alluding to.
March filed for divorce last week. I think, on my birthday. That day he was also good enough to run me to the dentist, to take me to get a new crutch, and a couple other places I had to go. Last weekend when I ended up in the ER he still stayed there and waited to bring me home after they were done injecting and poking and scanning me (results inconclusive, but the people at Urgent Care made me go to the hospital in an ambulance- was not my choice.)
The end has been coming for a long time. Years. I actually gave him the option to file first.
Amicable-- and I aim to keep it that way. He's a wonderful person, truly, and I am grateful to him for all he's done for me and the father he's been to our daughter (I say 'our' because he parented her from the age of 2 and never, ever treated her like a 'step'...)
Scary times, my friends, for me. Scary, scary times. I know where I want to end up but with my health there will be issues.
I just really, really hope I will soon know where I'll be living when it's over (for now we're both in the apartment still.) Disability will not take me far enough and I'm not in any condition physically to work. Due to the religious issues, I don't think my parents would let me move in even temporarily (not that it would be ideal but it's a roof, so to speak. They definitely have the room--huge house, several empty bedrooms.)
I wish things had turned out differently. I wish a lot of things. But sometimes, fairytales do end. That's when life begins, I hope. I hope this is a new beginning for both of us, we both really need one.
So that's what's going on. Once my daughter moved out (separate issues entirely as you know) things just couldn't go on the way they were any more. I haven't told her yet. Waiting to get a few things in motion first and for the school year to end.
All hugs welcome...
~bru
March filed for divorce last week. I think, on my birthday. That day he was also good enough to run me to the dentist, to take me to get a new crutch, and a couple other places I had to go. Last weekend when I ended up in the ER he still stayed there and waited to bring me home after they were done injecting and poking and scanning me (results inconclusive, but the people at Urgent Care made me go to the hospital in an ambulance- was not my choice.)
The end has been coming for a long time. Years. I actually gave him the option to file first.
Amicable-- and I aim to keep it that way. He's a wonderful person, truly, and I am grateful to him for all he's done for me and the father he's been to our daughter (I say 'our' because he parented her from the age of 2 and never, ever treated her like a 'step'...)
Scary times, my friends, for me. Scary, scary times. I know where I want to end up but with my health there will be issues.
I just really, really hope I will soon know where I'll be living when it's over (for now we're both in the apartment still.) Disability will not take me far enough and I'm not in any condition physically to work. Due to the religious issues, I don't think my parents would let me move in even temporarily (not that it would be ideal but it's a roof, so to speak. They definitely have the room--huge house, several empty bedrooms.)
I wish things had turned out differently. I wish a lot of things. But sometimes, fairytales do end. That's when life begins, I hope. I hope this is a new beginning for both of us, we both really need one.
So that's what's going on. Once my daughter moved out (separate issues entirely as you know) things just couldn't go on the way they were any more. I haven't told her yet. Waiting to get a few things in motion first and for the school year to end.
All hugs welcome...
~bru