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The first day of the rest of my life.
by: Helena
Today should have been like every other day.

I should have been able to get out of bed, eat waffles from the left over batter that Leigh, my daughter and I made Sunday, kiss my husband good bye as I take my turn as carpool matron. Instead, I am at my lawyers office, signing the papers finalizing my divorce. I did all the right things. I thought that I was a good wife and mother. Now, I am not sure of anything.

It is hard to believe that six years can boil down to this is mine, that is yours and you can see her every other weekend. How can we be doing this to Leigh. It's not her fault that her father lying son of a gun. It's not her fault that I'm frigid. It is definitely not her fault that her world has to change so drasticly. It is not her fault. Today, I am going to say it's his fault.

I want to say he, my husband, I mean my ex-husband is evil, born of the lowest forms of sludge, but I can not. He is a decent father. He did not cheat on me. He just does not love me. He wonders if he ever loved me. All I know is that I hate him. I hate him for giving up on us. I hate him for chasing after me with such a stunning pursuit that I could not help but love him.

I can not waller in this misery, today. I won't think of all the whispered lies of I love ... No not today. I have to got to get it together. I only have 12 more minutes on the meter. All I need is a ticket to make this day the most special ever.