It feels just like yesterday, that I was sitting down in the college library writing my blogpost explaining that I was recently divorced by my ex-husband. I remember the anxiety that filled my chest and the nerves that I was feeling right before I clicked "publish." I remember how amazed I was, that a simple signature, automatically meant that I was no longer married anymore. I remember the anger and guilt that I felt when my ex-husband announced he wanted to leave me. I remember.... I remember all of the emotions, pain and freedom I felt from no longer being married. I remember.
It's been exactly one year since the judge officially signed my divorce papers, stating I was officially a divorcee and single. I all of a sudden blinked and now it's been one year.
A year to the day the judge signs the papers you sit and reflect. You think about all the crying you did, all the times you consoled yourself because you knew it was going to be hard, all of the fighting and bickering about dumb things, all of the hatred you felt from your ex, how many times you thought your ex might want you back, and two days later, you remembered how much he used to love you.
