It's a year today since I told my husband I wanted us to divorce. The last 12 months has been a bit of a slog, mainly due to him making everything difficult.
The funniest thing so far (although I appreciate it might only be amusing to me) is him emailing our mediator to tell her he wasn't prepared to continue using her service because she was condescending and wouldn't listen to him when discussing a subject he knew more about. I'm still not exactly sure what possible subject could have been relevant in the meeting, that he would have known more about than her but that email gave me hours of amusement.
I'm really hoping that by this point next year the divorce will be finalised. It's stalled at the Decree Nisi at the moment due to his refusal to get on with the financial settlement.
In the meantime, here's to 2023 my fellow divorcees.
Oh, he shaved his hair shortly after we split and has kept it short. It's now a weird mix of shaved very short and balding. He looks a bit like a boiled egg which I find quite amusing too