Tempus fugit, no? And isn’t it funny how these things escape your notice!
Although we had separated back in 1999, I was determined that my husband should seek and pay for the divorce. He sought the arms of another, let HIM be responsible for legally ending it. It took him until 2001 to realize I was serious, and my divorce was final on February 5, 2002.
I was already involved with Tig, we’d JUST moved to Little Rock (and my god what a nightmare THAT was) in August of 2001…being “officially” divorced was the source of no small amount of sarcastic commentary on both sides.
Little did I know that on February 13, 2003, I’d be hopping the first available plane back to NC, never to see Tig again (as of this writing. Hope springs eternal, though. I want him to see what a great kid Dan is.) February 13th pops up again as a could’ve-been due date – though it’s most definitely for the best that I don’t have two children with Tig.
I’m not quite sure how I’m going to spend my time commemorating these days. Somehow a blog entry doesn’t seem enough. Celebrating each individual day seems a bit much, though, when you factor in the spring semester starting, and all the attendant craziness that comes with it.
Stay tuned, and if you have suggestions, I’d be happy to hear them!