Not how I wanted to start my day

As I was walking through the courtyard of my apartment complex with my scooter on my way to work this morning a little after 7am, I walked past my ex-husband with another woman on his patio. I briefly met her eyes and then continued on my way.

When I got to work, I knocked on a colleague’s door who had been through a very similar divorce five years ago.  Once in her office, the tears began to fall. I don’t want him.  I don’t even like him anymore.  I actually feel sorry for her as she doesn’t know yet what he is and is not capable of - he’s great at the infatuation stage.

But it was a reminder of the marriage I thought I had, the hopes I put into that marriage, the stability I thought that marriage brought me, and the incredible disconnect with reality. And that is really painful.

And it feels really fast to be having a woman overnight less than 2.5 weeks from when he stopped following me so closely on Instagram.