The divorce papers are signed by the judge. I got my copy today.
And with that, it was over.
I can now legally change my last name.
I am 100% divorced.
That guy who I gave everything to, practically lived for, is no longer a part of the equation.
It's a bitter sweet time.
I have since "moved on."
But I would be lying if I said it did not sting a little.
I thanked him for making this easy. (He never took one item from the home.)
He thanked me for my friendship. (We are trying to be friendly.)
I wished him well, and told him I hoped now he would go out, meet a nice girl, and start a family. (He's only 32. He has his whole life ahead of him.)
Now.. I... at 40... will figure out how to date again (sort of in the process....) and how to be alone (again.) Again.. again.. again.
C'est la vie.