I managed to make it to thirty eight and to never get married. I kind of just assumed that there were people in this world who simply were not supposed to marry and procreate and then I met my future ex-husband. I will admit that I knew even before we married that we would end up exactly at the place we are at today, on our way to divorce court. You might ask, then why even go through with it? Selfishly, because I wanted kids. I know that’s not a good reason and that I could have done it without the whole ceremony but I was raised in a religious home and still had some remnant Jewish guilt to deal with. So, big wedding, 2 kids and now dealing with the aftermath. Not enough money and an ex who just doesn’t seem to get it. It’s been two weeks since I kicked him to the curb and I will admit to have some crying fits and bursts of anger but most of the day I am perfectly happy. I let him come by whenever he wants to see the kids and am trying to learn to be civil and not to roll my eyes at his every movement. Its a work in progress. Today is a good day. Let’s see what tomorrow brings.