Thursday, February 12, 2015

February 12, 2015: D-Day x 2

Two years ago today my divorce became final.  Life is good.

The pain from my ex' betrayal is still with me but it's easing.  It really sucked to lose my husband twice.  First, he fell and became quadriplegic.  Then he "fell in love" with Claudia, his young caregiver.   Even after he broke up with her and I forgave him, he announced "I don't love you.  I don't even like you and I'm not sorry for what I did" at a marriage counseling session. That was our final counseling session.  The next day I met with my divorce attorney.

I remember the date, 2/12/2013 because it was exactly 60 days, the shortest legal time, after I filed for divorce.  I filed on 12/12/2012.  It's funny.  Jim thought that 12/12/12 was a special day because of the number repetition.  He thought everybody should do something memorable on that day.  I filed on 12/12/12 because it was the earliest possible date after our final counseling session.

I don't remember when the divorce from my first marriage was final.  That was a very painful time, too.  Now I rarely even think of those years.  I have high hopes that 2011 and 2012 will fade away, too. 

Being so severely hurt twice is enough.  I don't want to get married again.  Ex#2 used to talk about how we would grow old together.  Obviously, marriage does not give you that guarantee.