Thirty years ago today (October 6th) I married the love of my life....or so I thought at the time. Thirteen years ago he told me that he couldn't be married to me anymore...needed to divorce me or he would "just die".
Good God, could he be more dramatic? This was said to me after he put me thru four years of mental hell and spent all our money on renovating our house in New York. My 1st reaction: Good Riddance! My 2nd reaction: What do I do now? I need to figure some things out, quick!!
After much anguish, anxiety and many sleepless nights, I managed to get a handle on the big issues so I wouldn't be out on the street. This was not how I expected to go into my "golden years"....but I was determined to be strong and never let him see me sweat. Haven't spoken to him since then except for his Mom's funeral 4 years ago and the day I needed to have him sign some paperwork when I was in the process of selling "our house" earlier this year. He would not be getting anything monetarily (I made sure of that when we drew up the divorce papers!) His reaction: I am so happy for you! How much did you sell it for? My response: Enough to make me happy!
I will spend today with my new guy (who has seen me at my best and stood by me at my worst over the last 13 years) and my god-daughter, who is visiting us at our home in North Carolina. We will go into town and visit the county historical museum and then go to lunch. I will have a glass of wine and toast to my good fortune with a big smile and a happy heart! PS My god-daughter was a flower girl at my wedding.