It’s been seven months now since I served my ex-husband with divorce papers.
Six months since he moved out.
5-1/2 months since we were legally separated.
3-1/2 months since we were officially divorced.
A whirlwind for sure.
Despite the fact that I’m the one who filed, I’m angry.
I’m angry over my financial situation. I’m angry over my lost dreams. I’m angry when people tell me, “it’ll all get better.”
I’m angry. And I’m tired of crying, too.
As much as I was “prepared” for this. I am tired of being strong. I want someone to wrap his arms around me and tell me that it’ll be okay, but still let me cry it out. And just understand.
I’m angry that I’m in this situation. Despite everything I’ve worked so hard at my entire life, I failed. I don’t like to fail.
Yes, time heals. I need to give myself time.
I’m not a patient person. I’ve gotten better. But patience will never been my strong point.
No other way to say it — Divorce sucks.
I know someday I won’t be so angry.
I have faith that everything will work out somehow. But for now, I’m just angry.