It’s coming up on 90 days………………….since I filed for divorce.
90 days. 3 months. Winter to almost Summer.
Takes 90 days, in this state, to be divorced. 90 days to be SURE you WANT to be divorced. To think it over, I suppose.
Yes, I DO want to be divorced, but it ain’t gonna happen in 90 days. No way. No how. Not in this universe. Nope.
And? I made a CALENDAR counting DOWN the 90 days. Sad? Because, well, it isn’t going to BE 90 days.
I remember thinking:
Good GOD I’ll never get to 90 days
Good GOD why do they make us WAIT 90 days
Good GOD why does everything take so long
Good GOD I WISH I was divorced…now
90 days are about to come and go. My original filing? Well, that’s toast. I’ve re-filed, as necessary. I’ve been to court. Been called into court again. Sent 15,634 emails to my lawyer. Read more about laws and such than I ever imagined. Wished I never met him. Then changed my mind, because of my boys, but wished he made his BIG decision about 4-5 years ago…then? I WOULD BE FINISHED. Free. Alone. Have some peace. Maybe?
Now? 90 days of hooey. 90 days of crap. 90 days of learning stuff I surely had NO idea. 90 damn days.
90 days don’t mean poop…..let’s hope I can get this show OVER within the NEXT 90 days.
Why? Because I’m finished. He’s been finished. And? I need to go on my own way. God knows he already has.
Here’s to Resolution ASAP or More Hateful Joy