There’s something about the tangible signs of the passage of time that makes it all the more real.
I had a precious visit with my dear friend and her daughter last Sunday. This was the friend who took me in during that awful year between the tsunami and the legal cessation of the marriage. And she welcomed her daughter into her home only months before she also welcomed me in.
Her first birthday corresponded with my court date. And when I saw her, now nine and quickly catching up with me on height, I remembered that Sunday was the anniversary of my divorce.
I took a moment, took her in, and reflected on all of the growth we have both experienced these past eight years…
Eight years ago today, I awoke afraid of seeing the man who had abandoned me eight months before. And when he passed me in the courthouse hall, I didn’t even recognize him.
Eight years ago today, I was ready for the divorce I never wanted from the man I thought I knew.
Eight years ago today, I sat in a courtroom with the man I had spent half of my life with. A man I once considered my best friend. We never made eye contact.
Eight years ago today, I looked at his face for any sign of the man I had loved. I saw none. After sixteen years, he was truly a stranger to me.
Eight years ago today, I sat alone in a hallway waiting for the attorneys to decide his fate and mine. Hoping that the judge saw through his lies and would not fall sway to him charms. She didn’t, even asking my husband’s attorney if he was “psycho.” The lawyer could only shrug.
Eight years ago today, I cried and shook with the realization that it was all over. It was a relief and yet the finality was jarring.
Eight years ago today, I felt a heaviness lift as I cut the dead weight of him from my burden. I believed I couldn’t begin to heal until his malignancy had been removed.
Eight years ago today, I laughed when I learned he hadn’t paid his attorney. I had warned the man my husband was a con. Maybe he believed me now.
Eight years ago today, I held tightly to that decree, still believing that its declarations had power. I felt relief that he would have to pay back some of what he stole from the marriage. The relief was short lived.
Eight years ago today, I took my first steps as a single woman. Steps I never expected to take. The first few were shaky. But I soon started to find my stride.
Eight years ago today, I sat around a restaurant table with friends and my mother. A table that had held my husband and I countless times over our marriage. We celebrated the end of the marriage that night. I had celebrated my anniversary there the year before.
Eight years ago today, I read my husband’s other wife’s blog for the last time, curious if she would mention anything about the court date. She did not. I erased the URL from my history. It no longer mattered.
Eight years ago today, I sealed the piles of paperwork from the divorce and the criminal proceedings into a large plastic tub. As the lid clicked in place, I felt like I was securing all of that anguish in my past.
Eight years ago today, I started to wean myself off of the medication that allowed me to sleep and eat through the ordeal. I was thankful it had been there, but I no longer wanted the help.
Eight years ago today, I fell asleep dreaming of hope for the future rather than experiencing nightmares of the past.
And now, eight years on, I could not be happier with where I am.
Not because of the divorce.
But because losing everything made me thankful for everything.
Because being blind made me learn how to see.
Because being vulnerable created new friendships and bonds.
Because being destroyed made me defiantly want to succeed.
And because losing love made me determined to find it again.
I am happier than I’ve ever been.
And I could not be where I am without eight years ago today.
7 thoughts on “8 Years Ago Today”
I love your blog. 29 years my husband and I were married, I had no idea he was a devious , lying cheat, let alone narcissist. I grieved so badly I lost 30 pounds, cried for 3 months, blood pressure up to 189, almost had a stroke, I loved him so much. Your case a lot worse than mine, but just as painful.your book was a very big help to me. I just found a birthday card from him, it said to my beauty wife, my soul mate, my best friend, I love you so much, yet., he threw me away. Thank you for your book and your blog, they are a big help to me, and I am sorry for all you went through, but happy that you defeated him a d have a good man and are happy now. I am still in pain, it’s not over yet
I am so sorry that you ended up with a man who was not worthy of your love and devotion. I hope that your pain begins to fade and that you can find happiness on the other side of all this.
Unbelieveable post! Thank you! It has been a year since this all took place. I aspire to be where you are in 7 years. Thank you!
The growth and healing is more exponential than linear. It’s starts out (painfully) slow, but then eventually accelerates. You’ll get there!
Bought tears to my eyes. Brilliant piece of writing. My story was different we survived, we made a new life, we all have a story to tell, that I believe can help,others. Moisy
I definitely believe that we can help to heal others (and ourselves!) by sharing our stories:)
This is a great summary – it’s been four years since my paperwork was signed and I’m just now getting my feet under me in order to start a blog and reflect on the madness that happened and how I’ll take it, learn from it and move forward with a better understanding of people and relationships. It was so overwhelming – not all of it in a bad way for me but overwhelming none the less. I’ll be scouring your blog since I just found it. Thanks for your thoughtful and relevant writing!