Today I got to work and logged on to my email and had this to read:
"So we are divorced..."
Wow...what a way to start the day, eh? I remember actually gasping as I read the words.
I can now call myself a divorcee. That word conjures some kind of Jackie Collins novel image of an older woman on the hunt, and yet it also describes the reality of who I am. Weird.
My divorce took a long time, and the final resolution almost seems like an anti-climax. Especially with me in London and him in California. We have almost switched lives and countries. Funny how life works.
So tonight I need to celebrate/mourn...right?
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