Well, it’s done. We’re getting a divorce.
It sucks in so many ways. And hurts. I’m angry, I’m disappointed. I oscillate between not understanding why it has to end and hating her guts and being glad it’s over.
And then I remember that I can get back to me.
I can explore again.
Although I truly love(d) her and love the kids, I never wanted kids and had a difficult time processing how I would still do and achieve all that I wanted while being a parent. I won’t have to worry about that anymore.
So what am I going to do?
I’m going to buy a small RV, like I planned to do before I met her. I’m going to travel. Explore. Hike. Backpack. Get off the grid. Dig deep into me and this continent and the world. I’m going to figure out how to finally live in the outdoors and break the chains of normalcy because, if I’m being honest, “normal” has never worked for me anyway.
Bring it on. Here I come. Watch. Out.