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Final drafts of the paperwork are ready, the 90 days runs out thursday, but next week, I will be single. What a weird feeling.
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That's great news! What parenting schedule are you two planning on. How are your kids doing? As always you and your family will be in my prayers.
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Since we are going to still homeschool at least for the rest of the year, she will have them mon-wed to do the at home work, but since they take thurs/fri classes, I will have them fri-sun and we'll alternate thurs. We'll see how that goes. 
Kids are doing ok considering, not really surprised. My son (youngest) asked our middle how long she knew, and she said about a year. so they'd been expecting it. 
Prayers most definitely appreciated. Updated one of our elders tonight about the time frame, it's kinda a weird moment where people are happy for you, but don't fully feel comfortable saying that out loud. 
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Well... my half of the paperwork is signed.
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  When all was done for me I cried (in my now empty house ..orchestrated to fall on her day with the h for maximum hurt)...  but it  also physically felt like a load of bricks off my chest as the whole process had been hell on earth.
Well wishes and prayers for you.   You're going to be ok.
 
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Moving out is dragging on. She found a place, just a few minutes away, but since she didn't qualify for most due to credit and income, it's pretty sketchy, she's spent the last 3 days just going and spraying for roaches. So she's still here... in my bed. 
Both our lawyers were out of town last week, so it getting finalized has waited, but should be this week. 
Dealing with her getting her own place, and job hunting, feels more like your oldest kid moving out than anything, like I should be excited for her... she's finally growing up. 
She interviewed and accepted a job today, but it happens to be where the one woman from church I had any interest in asking out works, so that's awkward. Also have to be careful about how much she knows/says. 
Tonight, I was helping her set up her new bed at her place. She'd been trying to assemble it for hours, then I got there, and in a few minutes had it sorted out and assembled. 
She says: Do you just look at things and know how they're supposed to fit together? I can't do that.
In my head: Yeah, I'm a cis-gendered straight male, that's sort of a key characteristic... Knowing what goes where just by looking at it.
Man, that explains so much, also why she always just laid there and made me do all the work. 
 
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Oh boy do I remember the weirdness of the move out! 
I also remember the sense of freedom once I no longer had to walk on eggshells at home.
Wishing you peace in your own space!
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My LEX asked me if I wanted to walk through her new home. It was in a nice neighborhood that we used to drive through occasionally gawking at homes for sale. Now I look back wonder how many years she planned her exit. As I walked her new home the fridge was missing, her new one would be delivered in a week. The water valve to her fridge was leaking and I pointed it out and mentioned that could cause water damage over time. She asked me if I would fix it. I said no, call a plumber. For years she had belittled my contributions and always said we should have just hired it out. I try to keep things civil, but it's nice to tell her no after so many years hearing it from her. I did help her move some large items she couldn't handle since she doesn't have family in the area, but I do enjoy having the option to choose.
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Her moving out is dragging on, but also things aren't finalized by the judge yet... so, it is what it is. 
Last night was the first night she actually spent in her new place. Was nice finally having the bed to myself, but still so much of her stuff piled on one side of it. She moved some drawers and such over the weekend, which, I thought she had to work... So I had already committed to helping our new preacher move into their new place. So when she told me that morning, I got to decide not to help her.
While putting some stuff away, happened upon some more evidence of hotels and gay bars a few months earlier than I'd previously known about, so who knows how far back all this really goes. I know I should just let go, but morbid curiosity tends to win out. 
Now just waiting on someone to say it's over. 
2 Samuel has been in my mind lately, when David's baby was sick and died and David mourned, but when he was told about the death, he got up, cleaned himself, ate, and worshipped. 
I've spent the last 2 years mourning the death of who I thought she was. I'm done, it's time to move on. 
 
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I count myself among the morbidly curious as well.  All the details are so sordid and impossibly bad and it's like passing a car accident and I can't not look. 
I feel like there are multiple milestones in this journey to celebrate - for me, the best one was his move out following the divorce. 
What will you do to mark the occasion and reinforce the Moving On phase?