On December 1, 2007 I moved out of the apartment where I was living with my husband for 4 years, 5 months and 9 days.  How do I feel about that you ask?  I feel just fine.  To make a long story short, we just weren’t compatible.  If my mother, taught me anything it was that you can’t change a man.  The conditions under which I got married were not ideal and many people would never understand why I would deal with a situation like that, but I digress.  This summer I finally realized that he was never going to change and that I was never going to change, which meant that we were just not compatible.  We were best friends, but he was not what I wanted in a spouse.

He began to notice that I wasn’t happy and one day asked me what was wrong.  So, I basically spelled it out for him.  Instead of taking it maturely, he began to accuse me of cheating on him and one day told me that I had to be out of the apartment by January.  Thankfully, I met an awesome chic who will only be referred to as MC and she and I instantly became friends.

That is basically all that I will say about that situation because I’m over it.  I’m happier now than I’ve been in a long time.  Not only because I’m on my way out of a marriage that apparently others knew wouldn’t work (but didn’t tell me) and I finally have the self-confidence and self-esteem to do what I want to do with my life instead of letting other people control me.  On December 1, I officially started the next chapter in my life and it is turning out to be the best one so far.

Here is where I  post thoughts about my life.  My family, knitting, writing, work, new relationships.  It is my New Year’s Resolution to document and be the honest, open person I’ve always wanted to be.  Welcome!