If You Had Told Me
If you had told me one year ago that the house that we sunk a whole lot of money into and called our "forever" house would soon only have one adult occupant, I wouldn't have believed you. If you had told me that my 33rd birthday month would mark my first foray into single-parenthood I probably would have thought you were crazy. If you told me that by my 8 year wedding anniversary I would find myself single, I would have blown you off. And if you had told me that tonight would be the eve before I sit in a law office to formally end that 8 yrs. of marriage, I might have run you aground. But here I am. Kind of, sort of, not really coping, but desperately needing to write about this, because as far as I have seen, there is no manual or suggested helps for how to process all the emotions that come from a year like the one I have, and a day like the one that I will start tomorrow. I wish I could say that if you do x, y, and z, you will never come to an evening like t...