Monthly Archives: May 2015
Yesterday, I went to the courthouse to pick up the paperwork to have my fees waived to start the divorce from STBXH. I’m so ready for this to be over, and to start the next chapter of my life with Finn.
Today, I have to go get verification of services to have my fees waived. I’m hoping to have it finalized by the end of summer. And if my last divorce is any indication, it will be over well before September.
It’s been 11 months today since Scott walked into my life and turned it all upside down. I would never had met Finn if it weren’t for Scott. I guess life has a funny way of working out sometimes.
It’s been over two weeks since I left Scott’s house. It’s been rough, but Finn hasn’t left my side other than to go to work.
He’s definitely a keeper. He puts up with my randomness (and I put up with his), he does everything in his power to make me smile. Bonus: my Dad likes him.
We’re currently staying at a friend’s house, until we can save up funds for a place of our own. Hopefully, that won’t take too long, because neither one of us is fully comfortable here. I like to spend time just hanging out in our room (because of my anxiety), but the roommates think that’s weird. I try to spend some time out in the common room, but I feel like an outsider. Uncomfortable.
We keep saying that we’re building a solid foundation. We’re both at rock bottom, and it can’t get much worse than it is right now. Yet, we’re still by each other’s side.
I’ve talked to Scott once since I moved out. I was keeping him distracted during his last chemo treatment. I miss talking to him daily, I miss just joking around with him. I’m not gonna lie, I broke down and cried the day I moved out. And Finn held me close, as I mourned the loss of everything we’d built. Finn gets it, he really, really does. And that makes everything easier on me. It’s not as hard as it was in the beginning, but I still have moments that I just wanna break down and cry. Better moments than whole days.
We keep saying that Saturday, April 18th 2015 (his 28th birthday, and the day he helped me move out of Scott’s) was the start of our forever…