I feels like its been years, ages really, since I was married. Yet, today marks my one year anniversary of being single.
One year ago today, I came home from Thanksgiving to find the house empty. It seems like a distant nightmare from another person entirely. At the time, I panicked and I remember how horrible it seemed.
But honestly, I was also relieved. It was done. It was over. I could stop fighting to make it work, and just relax and enjoy myself.
It didn’t take me long to get into fully relieved and move-on mode. I’ve never really been the type to dwell on lost causes. If someone doesn’t want me and I believe they won’t want me, I’ve always been more than happy to move on and find someone who does. I’ve never really been afraid to be single.
With my ex, it was a little bit of “he doesn’t want me” and a whole lot of “I don’t want him”. The way he left was cowardly. He’s done right by me though, but he still is a coward when it comes to any kind of conflict. It was how he left that really reminded me that I needed out and away from him.
So today is a celebration of freedom. Of moving on. Of choices. Of hope.
I honestly couldn’t think of a better holiday to start the Christmas season! Merry Christmas! Happy Chanukah! Happy WhateverWinterHolidayYouLike!