…. Apparently I got divorced. Don’t get me wrong, I knew it was coming. I got the letter in the mail a few weeks ago informing me of the hearing date. Neither of us had to physically go so I just put the date in my calendar and didn’t give it another thought.
I wasn’t sure how I would feel on the day. You would presume after what I went through I would be celebrating but it wasn’t really a celebration feeling. I wasn’t sad, but I wasn’t exactly happy either. It’s not really something that one wants to brag about or feel proud of.
I guess I kind of feel nothing.
Anyway, I shouldn’t have worried about it because it turns out I didn’t even realize the significance of the day until about 7pm last night when I looked at my calendar. I had spent the whole day oblivious. Which, as Trent pointed out, obviously shows how little i really cared about it and how rather insignificant the ex is in my life now.
I was too busy shopping in the morning then driving around with Trent in the afternoon and finally purchasing a new car. Which to me rates as much more exciting than getting divorced lol.
So there you go. I’m now a free woman (well actually I’m not free, I’m well and truly taken again but you know what I mean).
That part of my life is over and I can get on with the rest of it… with a sparkly new Nissan Pathfinder complete with sunroof, electric windows and kick ass doof-doof stereo. Woot!!!