2808

2808.  That's the number of days I was married.  Looking at the number, it doesn't look all that big or bad.  I can find a use for the number 2808 everyday for things that don't seem so major or dramatic at all.  I changed more than 2808 diapers in my first son's first month of life.  The average woman takes over 5000 steps a day everyday.. I pace when I'm nervous or anxious (which is almost always), and I have 2 little boys, so I'm gonna go ahead and triple that stat. The average heart beats 100,800 a day!! 
Now, take into account that not ALL of those 2808 days were horrible, it sure does start to sound like I'm crying over spilled milk, doesn't it?

My divorce became official today.  This morning around 11:30ish. 
It was pretty anti-climactic.  There was that one moment when the judge said the words:  something to the effect of, "I grant you this divorce.... blah blah blah..".  All I know is I'm happy.  Happy that I can now erase that part of my life.  Well, ok, I can't erase it, but I can make it walk the plank now.  It's done.  Finished.  That man can no longer legally call me his.  He can no longer claim any rights to me or my kids.

I hope none of you readers out here  were expecting a full report and/or bashing to follow the divorce post.. I'm not ready for that yet.    I'm just really happy that this shit is over with and done.  It's been so fucking exhausting.  And I know what a lunatic I have been acting like during this whole process... 

So... now, the beginning should begin.