Well, today is my 14th anniversary.
Odd.
I asked Mikehole what he was getting me. I figured a nice anniversary ring would be nice. He didn't go for it.
I think, on this day, is the day I need to take my wedding gown to donate. I think today is the day to make my physical choices to end it.
I'd sign the papers today, if I could afford to do so.
14 years married. 5 years dating. 2 years of friendship. Over half of my life.
I have my sons. Wouldn't trade them.
They are my world, even if I don't show it in the best ways.
They are my inspiration to make it...and not just survive...BUT THRIVE!
They are the reason I am able to get out of bed in the morning...and the only reason I am motivated to do a damn thing.
I love my sons.
My history with Michael wasn't always bad. I had a rough few years, I don't know that I've ever recovered from them fully. I don't know. What I do know, is that I think things could have been done differently by both of us. What...I'm not sure. It does take two to make or break things.
I also know that I'm more comfortable now. That it is nice to not have to hear what I've not done. That it's more peaceful in my house overall. That I don't regret the friendships I've made against his will. He called them "emotional affairs". I don't know that he knows what a friend really is...and I think that's really sad for him.
So, happy anniversary Mikehole. Cheers. Here's to new beginnings...and good riddance...for both of us.