Wellll... it's been 6 more months, 6 more months of glorious alone-ness. I LOVE it. I have not felt this peaceful or serene in years. I am in charge of my own destiny. I went to Paris and Normandy and Amsterdam, had a touch of plastic surgery (why the hell not) and have been doing things how I want, without worrying. And having my wine with dinner without stressing over him seeing it.
The divorce is dragggging out. As in, we don't go to mediation until late October, but hopefully it will be over shortly after that. He still apparently thinks I'm going to take him back. Not.
I had a nightmare about agreeing to let him come "home." And I trust my subconscious!
This post has been an interesting journal of sorts, and I'm glad I've poured it out, so at the very least, I could go back and reread my own words as I've grown and changed.
Hugs.
PS. One of my secretaries is trying to set me up with a cute SICU nurse. Wouldn't that be funny? I've met him, but only in the context of me yelling orders and him pushing the epi because we both have to respond to in-house codes... No hurry, but the idea is exciting! Not that I really know what a normal relationship is, but if it happens, it happens. (Eek. Dating. What a scary thought!) No hurry! I'll let you all know if I manage to have a date before Christmas. ('cause you know, I really LOVE this single business!)
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