Today is a big day for me. It's hard to process all the thoughts running rampant in my head and harder still to siphon out only the ones worth sharing and assemble them into words and sentences that form coherent thoughts rather than inane ramblings but I'll try.
Six months ago was the day that Greg and I finally took the step of filing paperwork for a "Dissolution of Marriage" (which seems to be a much more fitting term than "divorce"). We'd been decided for almost a month prior to that and just... well, I don't know why we waited. I think there was a period where we both thought we might change our minds or realize that we were making a mistake but all that month did for us was continually reinforce that we just weren't right for each other any longer, we weren't in love anymore. It was a really hard realization to come to... not in that it was necessarily difficult to realize that we didn't love each other, although it did take a while, but in that it hurt us both to know that it was mutual and it hurt to realize that after all the hard work and tough times we'd made it through together, this was going to be the last of those.
The last six months have been a ridiculous rollercoaster of emotion for me. The first couple months were undoubtedly the hardest, having to deal not only with not having that one person who'd always been there for me around to help me through it but also dealing with moving back in with my parents, who I hadn't spoken with in over a year and a half. Things obviously turned around; I found a new job, moved into my own apartment for the first time ever and went through a lot of personal growth and change. I also really came to realize what amazing friends I have during that time-- without them, I wouldn't be where I am today or be the person that I've become, which is happily a person that I really like for the first time in more years than I'd care to admit.
The realization that today was approaching started around the time of what would've been our two year anniversary last month, a day that passed with more ease and less heartache than I'd imagined it could (his 30th birthday was undoubtedly the most emotional). I've run the whole gamut of emotions about it... from being terrified of the finality of it being recognized legally, even though it had already been final in our lives for quite some time, to being excited and happy and full of hope for what's to come and the choices I'll get to and have to make in the future to missing the good times we had and the obstacles that we managed to overcome together. I'm still mildly terrified of taking my maiden name back; it's got nothing to do with the actual name and everything to do with how much I've changed and grown from the person I was when I had that last name, which I didn't really like, to who I've become and am still becoming. I realize it's just a name, a couple letters tacked onto the end of my first name, but there's a certain significance to it that's hard to escape.
Today has been delightfully normal. I made a phone call to the paralegal who filed our paperwork and all that's left is to take our Request for Judgement to the courthouse downtown and with that simple act... it's done. Greg and I spoke briefly through text message, without any arguing or resentment... more with a weird feeling of camaraderie that I think we've developed through this whole experience. I think we're both at the point where we realize that even if this isn't what we'd pictured for our lives, this is how it is and we've got to do the best with what we have. I don't know what the future holds for Greg and I; there've been many conversations about trying to remain some sort of friends but if that's not meant to be, it's just not, and I firmly believe that things will work themselves out the way they're supposed to. I have no doubt that there will still be bumps and hard times, but I sincerely feel like the worst of it is over and I'm just excited to see what the next couple of years hold in store.
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