Today marks one year from the date Wh told me he wanted a divorce and he had "kissed" someone else.
What a year. It has given the word "suck" a whole new level of crappiness, and I have had to search inside myself for strength that I never knew I had. Wh, too, has done a buttload of work, after lots and LOTS of fucking up.
Today, I am in a place more wonderful than I ever imagined I would see. I have let go of (most of!) the anger and hate towards the OWs, because I see who and what they are, which is, basically, broken and sad and grasping for what happiness they thought they could get with my husband. Wh and I have a relationship based on honesty and truth, open communication and teamwork. We support each other and care about each other's feelings.
More personally, I am changing in so many ways, I can't count them. I am taking back some of the things I gave away years ago--my sense of self and the right to do things that are important to me. I am exploring new avenues and inviting new people into my life.
I am loving it all. It feels good. 
DD: 12
WH: just somebody that I used to know
DDay #1: June 9, 2012
Dday #2 (TT): November 29, 2012
DDay #3 (The BIG one, ALL the TT): March 30, 2013
False R: June 12, 2012 - March 21, 2013
REAL R: March 21, 2013 - present
