It’s been a long time coming, but I can finally announce that as of January 28th I am no longer married. I got a copy of the divorce judgment in the mail on Thursday, confirming my single status. But while the legality of it is still very fresh, I’ve actually been living on my own for over a year. I obviously haven’t stated it outright here, but I wasn’t trying to hide anything so I’m sure it was easy to read between the lines of my posts and figure out what was going on. I moved out of the house in Redondo Beach and into my apartment in Seal Beach in October 2012. After that I hired a lawyer and filed for divorce that December. That process was rather long and drawn out, considering it took more than a year to complete (I accept some of the blame for that, but my lawyer was awful so that was a factor too), but now it’s done and I’m free. I’m honestly relieved. Most people who read this blog know that I’ve been through a lot in the last four years, and that I’ve dealt with hardships that I never expected. To be blunt, my marriage was not kind to me. I tried to make it work after some dark times, but at some point I realized that I would never be happy there. So I left. It was the most difficult decision I’ve ever had to make, and I certainly didn’t take it lightly, but there’s no doubt in my mind that I made the right one. I’ve thought about writing on this subject so many times, but I decided to wait until all of the paperwork was said and done before doing so. But now that the time has arrived I’m having trouble knowing what to say. The last thing I want to do is go into a profanity-laced woe-is-me diatribe about all the difficulties I’ve faced, but I’ve walked a rough road since I left Dan. Things are finally starting to get easier, but I’m far from where I want to be. All I can do now is move in the right direction and hope that good things are waiting for me in the future. I’m ready for some good things in my life. It’s been a long time, and I just want to be happy again.