This is the third of four recaps of the 2012 Review Extravaganza. I’m joining up with other bloggers, recapping the past year, three months at a time.
Have faith, guys. This is the last three-month post of hell and crap! After this, it gets better.
July: I’m not proud of July. I moved out on July 1st…and moved back in four days later. I don’t really have an excuse for my weakness or frame of mind. I can only say that…living in an old house in the middle of the woods, the house where my grandfather died, while trying to figure out if I should end my marriage, didn’t work so well. I moved back in, David and I decided to give our marriage another shot. It didn’t work, needlessly.
In other news, I took a five-week course on the American Revolution from July 2 – August 5. It was a really, really interesting course. I learned a lot, I got to take two field trips, and got to cook authentic colonial-era food. It was a great time. I have never studied as hard as I did for that final, and I ended the class with an A-, keeping my GPA up.
August: August is pretty much a blur. I know we went to Wildfire again, and that would have been a great time, except that it poured the first night and our tent got soaked. So that kind of sucked.
September: A week into September, I found out that David had lied to me about going out of state, for the third time. I couldn’t ignore the signs of infidelity anymore. On September 11, the day before my 29th birthday, I told him that I wanted a divorce. It was ridiculously terrible timing (worst birthday ever, right?) but at the same time, I turned 29 making a definite decision.
We went to Falmouth and Boston at the end of the month, with the intention of telling my MIL that we were splitting. Unfortunately, David didn’t find a way to tell her until October, so that’s a story for another time. I got the all-clear to rent the apartment that I’m living in now, back in September, but it would be two months before I could move out. Living with your estranged husband for two months is…difficult, but we made it work.
I also threw myself into (what else?) graduate school, which was entirely necessary and helpful considering the emotional wreck I was inside.
Next week: the (somewhat) happier conclusion to what really, now that I look at it, was a rough year. 2013 promises to be better though 🙂