Posterchild

It seems I've become the poster child for happilly divorced women. I'm currently in the throes of my divorce and it's never been as clear to me now why I choose to divorce this man. I have an amazing new man in my life who means the world to me. He is what my soul needs right now, though do I stop short of calling him my soul mate...(come on now, I've learned better than to call anyone THAT!)

I finally changed jobs which has also lifted my soul and spirits, I have my life back! It's always so important to find a job where the environment is supportive and you don't dread returning to on Monday morning. Life is just too short for toxic men, toxic work environments, toxic relationships. These are toxicities in your system you can actually control!

My girlfriends are telling me they miss me, my happy energy is something they want to be near. One friend who is going through a messy and painful divorce sees the end of the tunnel when she hears about my new man and how happy it can be after all. (Hey, the kids will need therapy like us anyway, even if their parents were "happy married") Others still have relationships outside their marriages in order to be fulfilled. Not something I would have done, but who am I to judge? I choose not too. I am only too aware of the pain of vacuuming up what's swept under the rug.

Wow. It's been over a year. Are you still listening? I've been told I've been missed...

Fast forward...I'm still withmy anti-type, Paul, and I have come to the realization that he is the man I was meant to be with. (I can't believe I just wrote that...). In April we celebrated our first anniversary and our feelings for each other keep growing stronger and stronger every day. He knows everything about me, I still have some things to figure out about him.

After almost 1 1/2 years together I have yet to see his apartment or meet any of his family members. We have talked about this, his only "issue", though it does leave a big question mark...I promised myself I would not live in denial any more, so I don't want to be caught off guard if it turns out he has dead bodies buried in his apartment. It's too cliched that he would have a wife. It's not that, I feel that in my heart. We share so much about each other's lives I trust this mystery will play out soon. I'm tired and I avoid.

Divorce papers are being drawn, finally. This sep-husband of mine is no longer a friend. Our lovely daughter graduated from middle school last week and on her graduation day, eagerly and innocently perused pictures in her father's camera, only to find pictures of his penis, in a state of, well, an erection. My poor innocent baby has never even seen one before, let alone witness her father's in that state. What a violation, disgusting and unacceptable behavior. That man is never allowed to step foot in my apartment ever...again!

My kids came with me to my therapy session this morning..

I'm tired, it's been one helluva week. I'll get back to you...missed ya!

love, mona