|My brand new love seat and ottoman! I love ottomans.|
Here’s a picture of the brand new loveseat and ottoman I had delivered yesterday. It’s like a dream: my sparkling single woman’s apartment is free of dog hairs, alcohol smell and coffee stains and it's going to stay that way.
The big move was Saturday, so on Sunday and Monday mornings I lay in my new bedroom and remembered how our wonderful pit bull, Ozzie, would come in to prompt me to get up, softly woofing and wagging his tail. I imagined him standing by my bed with that urgent, attentive look on his doggie face and....I felt so happy to be away from him.
No, I don't miss Ozzie (yet). I'll see that dog on Sundays and Fridays when I take care of him (for cash) and that's plenty for me. On those two days I'll walk and feed Ozzie, pet him, visit with him and then return to my dog-free home. My new place is only one mile away and my husband likes to cook, so I’m even heading back there for dinner tonight. My therapist says this is one of the most peaceful divorces she’s witnessed.
The great slamming pain of losing my marriage hasn’t hit yet although I expect it will eventually, maybe when Bob falls in love with someone else. I’m not looking forward to that, but I won’t think about it now. For now I'm focusing on making the transitions to my new home and to our new dynamic, and it's going smoothly so far. In fact, Bob and I are having about as much contact now as we did when we were living in the same place (we work almost completely opposite hours).
What do I call him if he’s not technically, legally an ex-husband yet? A would-be husband? An erstwhile husband? A semi-husband? Maybe I’ll go with post-husband. Anyone have a suggestion?