After nearly a full year of limbo, the divorce is finally final.
I'm headed out tonight to celebrate with friends. It's a strange feeling, "celebrating" such a thing. I don't really feel happy or sad. In fact, I'm not sure how to react to this news, after waiting for it for so long. So I started making some calls and got my group together, more to commemorate the moment than to actually celebrate it, I guess. I am looking for a sense of moving on, but I don't have it. I'm not sure whether that is because I have already moved on, or because I know that my ex will keep me on the back burner forever, continually trying to suck me back into his drama.
I never imagined it would take this long to work through the divorce process. In the beginning, I assumed it would take 3 months, tops, since we didn't have children and the issues were fairly straightforward. Of course, I expected drama from my then-husband, but I never imagined the complete and total mulelike resistance he would put up. He used every single technique mentioned in the loser article (from suicide threats to roses), called all my friends and relatives, had his mother come cry in my father's arms, and every other kind of threat, coercion and guilt trip you could imagine to suck me back in. Thankfully, I have some mulelike qualities myself, and more importantly, a fantastic support network. And I did not relapse.
So then, he just started ignoring all legal overtures. From April of last year until near the end of December, fundamentally the same settlement proposal was on the table. I have actually had a divorce decree for months now, because he couldn't stop that, just no final settlement. Months would go by without any substantive response, then a small issue would be thrust out and I would compromise it. He never compromised anything, ever, until right at the end. In fact, except for a strange final twist, I believe I would still be waiting today and eventually end up in court. He didn't care, apparently, to sign to get the money he had coming; it was more important for him to win by not allowing me to have my way in divorcing him.
But, anyway, now I have absolutely no required contact with him; no need to hear from him even through his lawyer; nothing I'm waiting on from him and nothing that he can withhold from me. I am free of his circle of drama, I am free to grow as a person, and I am free to develop my new relationship. Although I still have some lingering fear about how he might manage to affect me in the future, it still has to be better and lighter and easier than in past years.
I think about where I was last February: almost paralyzed, scared to make my move, yet completely unable to stay, physically ill, and the future a complete, black unknown. Today, I'm past most of the PTSD, I'm enjoying my work, I'm sleeping and eating, I'm smiling rather a lot. I have some physical scars - mostly skin issues related to stress. I definitely have some emotional scars - and bless my new bf for his willingness to work through them with me. But overall, I'm stronger, I know by experience I'm resilient, and I guess that whether I feel it or not, I am, in reality, moving on with my life.
caro
Life begins on the other side of despair.
-Jean-Paul Sartre