Why is it that I can be doing quite well. Well I think I have been! And soldier on without too many issues and then when a large white envelope arrives in my post box full of documents from my solicitor I plummet like a stone yet again.
And plummet I did. Was it seeing the part that said Alex intends to cohabit that hit hardest? (And I’ve known that’s what he is or intends doing all along so that’s not exactly new information). Or just the fact that my marriage has now been reduced to a lengthy legal document full of words like “Applicant” and “Respondent”. It’s all so cold. There is no affection in the legal process of divorce. Just one’s own personal memories of love, affection and happiness. I know that’s how it has to be, that it can’t be anything else. But yesterday it hurt and I wept buckets.
It’s not over yet either. Still the papers will be bounced, once again, between my solicitor and his, as yet again words need to be changed and paragraphs clarified. More cost!
So for me the Longest Day was incredibly long. And so, so sad.