Six years ago today, Seth and I got married at the courthouse.
Five years ago today, we had the big wedding celebration.
One year ago today, there were cards, and gifts. Seth put more effort into that anniversary than any other occasion in the past. It was sweet. Even if I didn’t like the (expensive) bracelet he’d picked out for me–perhaps out of guilt. We drank wine, and watched Frozen while Emma slept.
Two weeks before that, I’d kicked him out of the house for the first time.
Today, on what is technically our 6th anniversary, I’m living in my own apartment, and we’re nearly done drafting divorce papers. He has a girlfriend. One of his affair partners he met during the course of our marriage.
So, yeah. Happy last anniversary.