T came to me yesterday with a divorce proposal that I accepted. Neither of us wants to be bitter.
We are each optimistic about our new lives. She has a plan to restart her career with something she has always wanted to do, but was holding back for the marriage. Now the pressure is lifted. She can pursue it. I am excited and happy for her.
She came into my bedroom this morning in a great mood and is shopping through the house for what she will take with her. I’m keeping the house, and agreed to let her have anything out of it with the exception of my home office, one of the beds, and my luggage. We have enough stuff to furnish three homes anyway.
Watching her choose things is illustrative of how far apart we have grown. Our belongings were already unconsciously separated into hers and mine. The items she’ll take, I don’t want and vise versa.
I have an appointment with an attorney in two days. Now that we have amicably agreed on the details, it is just a matter of paperwork. We live in a state where divorce is simplified. Our finances are not complicated and we have no children.
I am also excited about the next chapter of my life which s beginning. I will be legitimately single in the next few months.