(This has been re-posted from another blog of mine. There have been minor changes to it.)
I left my husband in July. I think I have grounds for placing the date
of our separation a full month before I actually left because that's
when I declared my intentions and we started living apart in the same
house. That was a difficult month.
There are a lot of reasons why I've decided to end the marriage, but there's no point in getting into it here. Sometimes it is just time for things to be over.
I've been living with my mother and in her other house (back and
forth) since July 22. I started a new job in the last two days of
August. I could complain that it took me a whole month to land a
part-time job, but I know a lot of people are out there looking and
finding nothing at all. I am just used to finding employment pretty
quickly when I am seriously looking for it-- usually within two weeks--
so it was longer than I'd generally expect.
I like my new job as a caregiver for elderly people. I don't necessarily
think it is something I want to do forever, but I like the one regular
client I've got, and I've been able to pick up a few more shifts here
and there. Tomorrow I will work a 6 hour shift, filling in for a
call-out, and Monday I pick up a new, regularly scheduled gig-- twice a
month to take laundry to the cleaners for someone.
I've had to adjust to not being the household matriarch. I've had to
adjust to living in very tight quarters with my 2 daughters. I've had to
adjust my plans for the immediate future. I'm adjusting ok, but it has
been a bumpy ride.
There have been some very good things that have come along in the last
few months too. I'm in love, for one thing. It's a long-distance
relationship, but we seem to be handling that well, and it won't be that
way forever. I've also lost some weight and started feeling better
Some days are better than others. As time goes on, I am having more days
that grateful for what I've got and happy with my new life.