Another divorce. I loathed the idea, until: _________. I hope he and his new woman are happy. I'll send them a housewarming gift.
So, Jesu! My life is....my life. I don't sweat these things any more, because of the pace of things--I remain focused on the prize: My relationship with God, my purpose on this Earth, and of course, the beautiful people I am privileged to know, mostly in the form of family, from all generations.
Do I feel badly? Of course. How would you feel? Betrayed. Plus other feelings. But, I move on. Obviously, he didn't love me any more than I loved him....God works in strange ways for us both. We are both set free from this mess.
I don't hate, any more than I can hope he has no hard feelings toward me. This year has been incredibly hard: a cancer scare, flu that nearly killed me, other problems, and just when I thought I was through the rain...this. Oh, but this was probably the worst. A complete backstab.
I can't dwell on it. Just move on. I feel it tomorrow, or another day, just not today. Today, I have to deal with all of the troubles that today brings, and a backstabbing, wayward, lying husband is not worth it. Let him deal with his own shortcomings, along with the woman he is with, and who contacted me, to start the ball rolling. I thank God for the blessing of knowing, and being finally FREE.
So, divorce is not always a bad thing.