As I changed several lightbulbs today and took the trash to the curb, I thought, “Wow, I’m kind of proud of myself.” Now, I know those are really, really small things to do. Very insignificant. But, then again, those were things I used to take for granted that my husband would do. It’s been five months since he left and I am picking up the slack. I’m now doing lots of little things, and some big things, that he used to do. So I got to thinking that this is something to celebrate.
I am making it. I have been through a lot since my husband and I separated. I have been through every negative emotion possible, but I have not given up. I have cried, yelled, vented, and agonized. And I’ve had lots of emotional ups and downs. But today I’m in a good place. I have hope for the future. I’m still anxious about how the divorce process will go, since we’re not through it yet. I hope it will be over quickly and that it can continue to be fairly amicable. I look forward to the day that it’s final, but I’m also content in today, in knowing that I have had some small victories, like remembering to take the garbage to the curb and shedding more light on my kitchen.