With a pervasive sense of sadness, I drove to the courthouse, and filed my divorce papers.
We’ve tried to make our marriage work, we just couldn’t.
The clerk couldn’t say how long it would take to have a court date. So, we’ll see….
Endings are always bittersweet.
Bitter, because I feel like a failure. This is my third divorce. What kind of awful person am I, anyway?? (The only saving grace in my mind is, the first 2 divorces were to the same husband. No one can ever say we didn’t try!)
Sweet, because it will be a relief to just have it done, and over with. Even as amicable as we are, there is always a certain tension.
So, on to practical matters. For obvious reasons, DH will now be referred to as XH. (EX-Husband.)
We have agreed to remain friends, so he may still appear now and again.
My name will be changing again. Not to my last married name, but to my first married name. Since we have children together, with that name, and I was a Woideck longer than anything else, except my maiden name, Hawkins.
My last married name, Sanchez, never felt truly mine. Probably because he died of cancer after only 2 months. And being a widow was so shocking, and painful, that nothing felt right.
And now a new chapter begins……