In TN, a divorce can become final in three months.Well, ten months later, I'm still not all the way divorced. Ugh. I hate the waiting, but I have to know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel. It just better not be a train.
We have court on Monday. Everyone thinks I will be able to move back home to SC then, but after all of the blows I've received in the past few years, I have learned not to get my hopes up.
I bet I can be a damn good country song writer. Lost my husband, my dog, my sanity... Watch out, Taylor Swift!
I'm scared to wonder what life has in store for me at this point, but I have to know that it will be better. Some fine man is gonna love him some me and whisk me away and make me remember how lovable I am. He will be beside me, not in front or behind. He will love to be with me and not run away from me.
For now, I am packing *just in case* the judge feels sorry enough for me to let me leave. I'm so darn sick of packing and moving and unpacking, but I know I will not have to do this nearly as much as before.
Well, I'm off to do something a little more productive. Like bed. Or eating chocolate.
Oh, and by the way...
