I remember reading lots of articles like this one online during the years that we went through our split. I expected to find an answer in one of them. And I didn’t. I also remember the day when I looked at the numbers and realized that the only answer that would give me peace was to buy out my ex.
in the first month after our divorce I quickly realized that I was spending more time alone in my house than I ever had when we were married
I like to say that she’s my third redhead, and I firmly believe that she is one of the things that saved my life after divorce.
I wake up the day after Thanksgiving to find that the house is cold. Colder than usual. Something is wrong.
Isn’t it funny that, to express empathy, we say, “I’ve been there?” As if pain is a place that we all visit from time to time.
I didn’t realize that working on my marriage was something that “I” couldn’t do. It was something “We” had to do.
