So, one day I thought I would divorce my husband.
Well, it didn't exactly go quite like that. Our marriage of 13 years was a sham come to find out. The decision to leave him did not come quickly as I spent the past 5 years of my life knowing the marriage was a sham, however I chose to ignore that little detail. Until one day when I realized that surely I could find a happier place than sleeping in his bed.
Now you'll find me sleeping in my own bed with its floral cover and sweet smelling sheets. When I look around the new digs I have a feeling of breathing easier. Taking in my own air and dirtying up my own kitchen. I go for walks when I feel like it and I rack up the texting ability on my phone all on my own accord.
Yeah me.
My best girlfriends gave me a "little black book" to record the names and numbers of the men I plan on meeting and dating. Part of this blog's purpose is to document this journey of non-married life via the little black book and via this blog.
Enjoy. Stay tuned. It could get interesting.
