I feel like I have so much more to share but before I do, maybe I should make clear all that has happened since I last posted.
The last time I posted here I was waiting for my divorce to be final. I went to court alone. To the "default hearing". Default because TFOMC had been notified that I had filed papers and yet he never did anything for the court. I still don't know if he ever went to the parenting class or not.
My divorce was FINALLY final on September 6. I kept hearing Taylor Swift's song "We are Never Getting Back Together" on the radio that day. Appropriate, I guess.
On September 7 I flew to Houston to meet my SO. That night he proposed. I knew it was coming but I didn't expect it that night.
I knew it was coming because on September 8 we packed all of his belongings into a truck and started the journey to Denver. (Texas is a HUGE state to drive through, btw!) We arrived in Denver on September 10 to get him settled into this little house with me. We were married on September 13.
A lot happened in a short amount of time. But I knew it would. My kids have now lived with this man that is their step-father for over 4 months. They had met him only once before that. That's been a big adjustment. I am married to a man I absolutely adore. He gets me. He cares for me and shows me a dozen times a day. He is my best friend. It's weird.
I didn't grow up seeing lots of great marriages. My mom was married for the third time when I was 11. I know some of my friends' parents had great marriages, but I wasn't around often enough to see how that really looked and worked. I've had friends that have had great marriages. And honestly, I was mostly skeptical that they could be that happy and not lying or drunk most of the time.
So now I have "that" marriage. The happy one. The one where I can't wait for a "date night". The one where I can't wait for him to get home from work. The one where I am so happy to just sit and be with him.
And it's hard. Because now I have "that" marriage. The one where I need to be honest about how I feel. The one where I need to share my struggles and hurts to maintain the closeness we have. The one where I need to not push him away when it gets hard but let him draw me to him.
I've been married for almost 5 months now. It's beautiful. It's amazing. It is how it's supposed to be. And I am at peace.
The last time I posted here I was waiting for my divorce to be final. I went to court alone. To the "default hearing". Default because TFOMC had been notified that I had filed papers and yet he never did anything for the court. I still don't know if he ever went to the parenting class or not.
My divorce was FINALLY final on September 6. I kept hearing Taylor Swift's song "We are Never Getting Back Together" on the radio that day. Appropriate, I guess.
On September 7 I flew to Houston to meet my SO. That night he proposed. I knew it was coming but I didn't expect it that night.
I knew it was coming because on September 8 we packed all of his belongings into a truck and started the journey to Denver. (Texas is a HUGE state to drive through, btw!) We arrived in Denver on September 10 to get him settled into this little house with me. We were married on September 13.
A lot happened in a short amount of time. But I knew it would. My kids have now lived with this man that is their step-father for over 4 months. They had met him only once before that. That's been a big adjustment. I am married to a man I absolutely adore. He gets me. He cares for me and shows me a dozen times a day. He is my best friend. It's weird.
I didn't grow up seeing lots of great marriages. My mom was married for the third time when I was 11. I know some of my friends' parents had great marriages, but I wasn't around often enough to see how that really looked and worked. I've had friends that have had great marriages. And honestly, I was mostly skeptical that they could be that happy and not lying or drunk most of the time.So now I have "that" marriage. The happy one. The one where I can't wait for a "date night". The one where I can't wait for him to get home from work. The one where I am so happy to just sit and be with him.
And it's hard. Because now I have "that" marriage. The one where I need to be honest about how I feel. The one where I need to share my struggles and hurts to maintain the closeness we have. The one where I need to not push him away when it gets hard but let him draw me to him.
I've been married for almost 5 months now. It's beautiful. It's amazing. It is how it's supposed to be. And I am at peace.
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