Six Months Ago He Discarded Me

I have a dentist appointment today. It’s triggering me and looking back at the calendar I think I understand why. 

On Monday, July 15, 2024, my ex-husband and I went to our dentist appointment together, as we always did. While we were there, they made an appointment for both of us six months later (today, Monday, January 13, 2025).  That night before we fell asleep, he told me he wanted a divorce.  The pain of that moment is still with me as if I have been transported back to that time and place. 

Early the next morning, I dropped him off at the airport to spend two weeks with his mom, a trip he had been planning for some time. One of the first things he did when he got to his mom’s was call and change his dentist appointment (and his eye doctor appointment, an appointment we planned to go together later that month).  I found out when the change confirmation e-mails appeared in our joint account. 

It felt like a slap in the face that he was that anxious to get rid of me, that anxious to discard me.

Now today, I get to go in to my dentist and explain my name change.  They watched us arrive six months ago as a married couple. Today I arrive alone and divorced and remembering how the person I thought loved me for over two decades could so easily discard me.