Merry Christmas and Happy Divorce

My divorce is final. I got some official looking documents in the mail. It's sort of anti climatic at this point. All that pain and angst and then boom, you get something delivered by the friendly mailman and you can start checking the 'Divorced' box on forms. Great, good times. I love being labeled. Now I can add divorcee to my list.

All those guys that were waiting in the wings until I became a free woman, feel free to call me now. I have about three hours of spare time a month. I'm sure that will be plenty to start off a new relationship.

December is zooming by. Hosting forty people at a cookie swap in my home, holiday concerts for the kids, Christmas plays, all the good tidings that the season brings. I love this time of year and I'm not going to let a divorce dump me into a funk. My kids are doing well, they're wonderful and a delight, and I've got my health after a scare. I found a lump in my armpit and convinced myself for a weekend that I had breast cancer. Nope, my doctor said, false alarm, I'll live to see another year thankfully.

Divorce is rough but mostly I can think 'Eh, whatever, I'll get over it.' I still believe it sucks royally for the kids but they could be going through worst things so I'm going to be counting my blessings this holiday season. I'm going to deck the halls and eat, drink and be merry. If an errant thought about a cheating husband comes into my mind, I'm going to force it away and put another bow on the ol' Christmas tree and turn up the Christmas tunes and sing with the kids.