Although, not as I had previously discussed. This may come as a surprise, but my husband and I are getting a divorce. I’m grateful for the time we spent together, but our life paths are increasingly incompatible. I wish him the best of luck and love. I’m looking forward to being myself for a while, instead of someone’s wife. After 17 years of marriage, I’m not entirely sure who I am, I just know she needs to be free. I haven’t announced it on my normal blog yet. I don’t want to accidentally say anything that might hurt him.
Anyway, this means a lot of new things for me, all of which I am excited about. Sharing custody means I get a break more often, right? It means I get to move out of this house and into my own, with a decent kitchen, bathroom and porch. It means that my decisions, my clothing, my language and my Facebook status are a reflection of no one but myself. It means I’m free, like a gypsy should be.