I’m tired and weak. Today’s been a rotten crying day. I’m going to blame it on my period.
But if I weren’t on the rag, I think I’d still feel pretty low today. I’ve been going through paperwork. Dividing it up, mine, his, mine, his…
I never ever wanted to do this.
I just didn’t.
Oh, I’m so sorry. I feel your pain in your writing. Baby steps. Tiny steps forward. Stop and rest a lot.
yep, you’re gonna have really awful days; and you might start to regret what you did, but you never know…this MIGHT also be the wake up call that you both needed to change your lives and re-commit to each other. If you really love each other it could happen. If not, go in peace. Each of you deserves happiness. Spending six months or a year apart may actually make you appreciate each other, or it may open your eyes to all the possibilties of happiness out there for you to explore. Take it one day at a time.
I’ve learned that being forced to divorce your abusive husband is the final act of violence. You were left, by his abuse and his behaviors, but you are now forced to make this choice and to do the emotional and logistical work that goes along with it. Bare the guilt, shame, sadness, ambivlanece and all ther other fun emotions that come with being forced out of a marriage due to abuse. When I’m not in a self-pitying mood, I try to act like divorcing my abusive stbx it is empowering, and then hope that I’ll believe the show. It sucks.
Divorce, I hope, is the final act. It does seem violent. You sound angry today; I suppose that anger goes along with the rest of it. I don’t always feel empowered, but I keep moving forward. Looking to the horizon. What’s on your horizon? What do you want for yourself?