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. 
