How about this:
If everything continues on the path that my feet have been walking over the last month or so I believe that I will officially be a single woman by August.
I need to say that again.
I have every hope, barring any unforeseen disasters, that my divorce will be complete before the summer is over.
I move ahead each day now with that goal, that magical final end in my sights, and it is amazing how that knowledge has changed my outlook about so many things.
For so long I dreaded the telling, ran from the conversation that had to happen between my spouse and myself. When the day came, and his reaction was clean and simple and as straightforward as one could wish for, I saw the tightly closed door finally begin to open.
When, after just a few short and specific conversations, we had agreed to every aspect of ending our marriage, the door opened a bit more.
There have been hiccups, because life and dreams and goals don’t always happen in a straight, uninterrupted line, but the irony of those hiccups is that they have been caused by others. My husband and I both see a clear road out of this marriage and we both have the same goal.
Our agreement and movement and determination aren’t really a surprise. I know that he was miserable. I also know that, while I spent 34 years attempting to disregard the clear knowledge that we are two totally different people, he can’t be characterized as a monster. Irony shows me that it is possible, when we find a topic that we both agree on, that we can actually move forward and get the job done. Irony is also trying very hard not to push the fact that the agreeable topic turns out to be ending our marriage…
While there’s a good deal more to tell, I will save some of the stories for another time.
It just seemed important to say (write) these words, to acknowledge this fact, and to watch the door swing wider each day.