I WANT A PARTY!
It has taken 15 months since Mark walked out to get here. I didn't drag my feet because within hours of Charlie telling me his dad had 'left' (while I was out of the house for a few minutes running an errand), I had the locks changed and everything that had ever belonged to Mark in bags in the garage. I had an attorney within a week (obviously not a good one because it has taken 15 months to get here, but I'll share that story soon) and filed for divorce as quickly as possible. I angered Mark's family for acting so quickly, even my attorney asked if I was sure I didn't want to wait to see if Mark was simply going through a mid life crisis. My gut feeling was that I'd never be able to trust him again. I'd be afraid to even run to the store, afraid he'd be gone when I got back. So no, there was never any doubt from the moment Charlie told me through his tears that his dad had left us, that I wanted to move on alone...single. Took me 15 months to get here, but I'm here. And I'm happy. I'm sooo happy. It continues to be hard financially, but emotionally and spiritually, I'm better than ever.
I want a party.