It is almost the end of the day.  I worked today.  I did some very good things today – applied for a writing gig, started working on my platform for the novel, with the intention of pitching it to an agent.  I haven’t felt very great – my stomach is being iffy.  And so, I crawled in bed at about 6:30 and have just been noodling around in cyberspace.

And just now, it hit me.

It’s my official one-year anniversary of being divorced.

I saw Pat today when we handed off Kelsea and hung out for her dentist’s appointment.  But I wasn’t thinking about what day it was, and neither was he.  Our interaction was, as always, cordial and friendly.

It’s all so odd.  Getting to the point of divorce was so painful.  Getting through the bad feelings around it was so painful.  But now, a year later, I wouldn’t go back for the world.  And the painful part now is losing my relationship of the last year.  In some ways – many ways? – that has been more painful than the divorce.

As I say.  How odd.