My husband and I are almost 13 years in and I’m leaving him for the 2nd time. I can’t even remember the last bit of shenanigans I discussed. I think I mentioned the dissolution I was going to lay down…

I’m older now. Wiser, I think. I’m medicated and caffeinated. I have a nine year old who has ASD. I wasn’t sure if I’d be in this place again. There was no guarantee that I wouldn’t be. I suppose there was never a part of me that truly believed things would go the way I wanted them to. I’m leaving again, assuming things go the way I am planning.

This time I will likely fill out my own dissolution paperwork to save some money. I’m trying to set an actual budget. I need to prepare to return to the workforce. I believe I’m more prepared now than I was roughly six years ago. I know certain fields of employment aren’t appropriate for me. I discover I’m likely autistic myself.

I’ve exhausted myself in this marriage. I’ve tried to compensate for so much of what he lacked. I have experienced anxiety attacks and mental breakdowns. I’ve stressed myself beyond what is reasonable.

This is all I will post for now….