Another month; another anniversary. This month I
would have been married 25 years, (I guess I am still, due to being stuck in that legally separated void) the silver anniversary that people used to embrace if they were lucky enough to live that long. Evidently the
tradition of the silver anniversary dates back to the people of medieval
Germany, where the wife was given a wreath of silver. (Oh boy, she deserved
that wreath and SO much more.)
It is hard to believe that a year has already
gone by and my first support hearing is still a month away. It is no surprise why a lot of
women end up financially destitute during this long waiting game. Life moves quickly, the wheels of justice I
have found, do not.
The funny part of it, is that I feel like I
have put 30 years into a dead end job. I wish (in the beginning) that when he
revealed his story of how he told his old girlfriend that he was going running, never to return (to his own house I should add), that he would do the same thing to me so many years later.
I didn't realize he was a narcissist when we
met. (It would be great if people came with warning labels, everything else
does!) I guess it is because in the beginning he seemed self-assured, I didn't
realize until it is too late that it was actually arrogance. His many scenes
over the years were tiring. We could never sit at the first place we were
offered when dining out, but had to play a mad musical chair game (without the
music). It is nice to know that at least now I can sit wherever I want!
