I had every intention of holding fast to my belief that one shouldn’t be out there dating until all the paperwork is signed, even though my husband left me for a woman he’d been having an affair with for two years. My kids were very hurt by his behavior…he didn’t leave just me, after all, he left them too. But after nearly a year of separation, with him living with her, and offering me pity sex because he was afraid I wouldn’t get any ever again, he tells me that he’s not planning on starting the divorce proceedings any time soon.
So there I am, in limbo, too poor to get a lawyer, faced with an uncertain future of being married but not married, and for who knows how long (ex’s sister waited 7 years to get divorced, and I was afraid it was a family pattern). At the urging of my children, who really have been very supportive, I call an old friend, back in town after a divorce and his dad’s death, to get together and go to movies and dinner and class reunion. See the above referenced thread for how that turned out. Now my kids only know that we’re friends, and that we go out to eat occasionally, so don’t freak out on me.
At the same time as starting to see this friend, my husband tells me we must be divorced by the end of the year (she was pressuring him…didn’t much like his “we’ll get divorced in a couple of years” plan. Within 8 weeks the marriage is dissolved…he somehow found the money to pay my lawyer, who was a friend from my church who gave me a good deal.
The relationship with rebound guy predictably fades away before the dssolution, and sensibly, and my husband never knew that we were more than friends. This is no time to be starting a serious new relationship, and we both had been unhappy with the “not legally divorced yet” aspect, being church-going folk. But when I look back at everything that went on during that time of separation and divorce…the fighting, the counseling for me and the kids, the anger and hurt and sorting out of sixteen years of cheating (his) and alcoholism (his) and stuff, the support of my church and friends… the part that gave me the most healing was the time I spent with Rebound Guy, talking and loving and even finding out where all the ouchie spots were when we parted.
So I’ve been alone since then (7 years now) and while I regret bending my vows there at the end, at least I wasn’t out partying and dating up a storm before the screen door had finished slamming when hubby walked out. I healed, my kids have had time to heal and grow without having to deal with a new person in their lives, and now I’ve started seeing a wonderful man who is a refreshing change and a decent, moral, church-going man. I hope our relationship grows to be incredible some day.
Was it moral? No. But I’m not perfect, and at the time it seemed the right thing for my sanity. And as others here have said, my marriage ended the moment he said he was leaving me for someone else. But I am glad I waited nearly a year after that.