I don’t want to cry when I think about Divorcing Husband.
I don’t hate him, and I’m still angry, but selectively and not all the time and I know what to do with it.
I have now realized that I deserve better. That I can do better. That better is alone than with a lying, using, useless man. Even if he is the father of my children.
Why, friends, did this take me nearly a year to get to?
I can’t know. God’s timetable is not my own. I’d been banging my head against the wall knowing that this is how I should feel.
I’ve slowed down. I’ve grieved. I’ve opened up. I’ve turned things–not everything! I’m working on this!–over to God.
It was always out of my control, anyway, I just didn’t see this until I loosened my grip a little bit.
Learning to focus on each day, to have gratitude, to trust others and most of all trust myself has worked a little magic.
So yeah, I think it’s time for divorce.