3 years, 15 days

So...

Rearranged some furniture. Primarily so my printer was in a better place, and I could actually get to the drawers in the filing cabinet. And I found a few things...

My divorce papers, which I sort of knew were in there. And I realized it had... I'm not sure if "Only" or "Already" is correct, honestly, but it had been 3 months, 16 days (March 6, 2006) since my divorce was made official.

What a rollercoaster. I was dazed - enough that I lost some things precious to me - when I left. For the first year or so, I broke down more than once. Then... a long period of just *anger* at her and her manipulative bitch mother... yeah, you can see who I mostly blame, I guess.

That said, I still don't know what to believe from all she told me. And she made plenty of chocies on her own.

That sort of brings up the other thing I found... a composition book with some of her... she'd call it poetry, it's mostly ramblings though. Reading through it, it was 3-4 years into the marriage...

well, I don't know what to think from reading it. Nor do I have a current phone number, or know if I should spend postage to send it to her. Hell, I don't know if she's still alive even. Or how I'd feel if she weren't... our past has been pretty poisoned by both her actions and the manipulations of her mother. Hell, if she isn't alive, it's probably from her mother's paranoia about doctors.

Yeah. I'm a bit torn... yeah, part of me just wants to burn the thing, but another says it's not even mine, so... I just don't know. I don't know that I'm even angry any more. Resentful, I'll buy.

Divorce, by the way, sucks.