Wendi beat me to it, but that wasn’t difficult considering it took me until almost bedtime to write about this.

While the real breakup is a few years gone, now, today marks the first time that the date of our wedding anniversary has come after our divorce was legally finalized. I quipped to her this morning that it’s our first “non-anniversary.” (Yes, we still chat. Whatever else happened, we ended the marriage as friends. That’s gotta count for something.) I have, as you can imagine, mixed feelings about this. Mostly I’ve been trying not to spend too much time looking back on how badly I screwed things up in the early days. I also don’t want to get too caught up in missing the really good times, because that’s not particularly healthy either. Where we are now, individually, is far healthier than anyone could have expected. It hasn’t been easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is, right?

And I’m going to repeatedly tell myself that until I pull myself out of this funk I’m in… hopefully in time for someone‘s visit this weekend.