Rough night turned into a rougher morning when my mom called me at work to remind me that my parents are flipping out because I’m separated, not divorced yet, and I’m turning 30 in nine months and getting older and don’t I want a family and shouldn’t I be thinking about these things?
I’m almost 30?
I’m getting older?
Guys, I’m begging you…if you have friends that are separated/getting divorced…please don’t remind them of the fact. Trust me. They know. Most days, it’s impossible to get out of your head.
But honest question…how do you know when it’s time? Maybe it’s just difficult because it’s the damn holidays and all, but I’m having a bitch of a time throwing in the towel and making a statement about this. I haven’t deleted D from my FB, I haven’t filed for divorce. We’re calling a divorce lawyer to mediate all of this in January, so I mean, that’s a certainty. But…when do you start all this shit?
People are giving me crap for not being done with it already. It’s weird. I know there’s nothing left in this marriage for me to work for. At the same time, I’m terrified of going forward.
How do you know it’s time?
“I can’t go on living this way.
And I can’t go back the way I came.”
– Evanescence, “My Heart Is Broken”