Our divorce happened so quickly that I barely had time to even comprehend the severity and finality of it all.  It took only a couple months to hear the judge hammer the gavel, sealing the fate of my old life. Within moments, a man who never truly felt “mine”, legally was no more.  I signed my name on our divorce papers that day, never again to see “Mr. and Mrs. Kirk” on anything thereafter. A weight did not just lift off my shoulders, it flew off.  I was 170 pounds lighter, and this freedom tasted better than anything my lips had ever touched.  

I knew we still had business to attend to as far as the custody of our boys went.  Deep down I felt as if he did not want to be an active father and would likely see them here and there when he had time.  After all, he had a new love interest and a new life to consume his happiness.  We were his old life, and I had come to terms with that.  I thought this might work out well, all things considered.  Perhaps he would be kinder to me, seeing as how he now had the life he always wanted.