And so it begins...

It's been nine months since the blow-up in my newly-remodled kitchen.  Yes, I was the one who asked for the divorce, but it had been a silent  passenger in my marriage for years.  Okay, at times it was not so silent.  I hung on to that marriage for the all the cliched reasons:  the kids, the years invested (27), the fear of the unknown, the fear that I couldn't make it out there in the big, bad world without him (something he told me on a regular basis), fear of everone finding out what a jerk my husband was and what a sham our marriage had been.  Shocker...any...more