One chilly Friday night, I found myself nestled cross-legged at my kitchen island, gazing out at the swirling snowflakes after tucking the kids in bed. While social media buzzed with excitement over a woman proposing to her boyfriend using a bouquet of Doritos, I was busy devouring them two at a time. Meanwhile, my soon-to-be ex-husband was out on his first date since our split.
And you know what? I’m surprisingly okay with it. Honestly, I’m more than just okay; I feel liberated. It does seem a bit odd that the father of my children, the man I shared my life with for nearly two decades, is out wining and dining another woman. But somehow, it also feels right. He mentioned her name, and while I could have easily stalked her online, I opted for more Doritos instead. I really had no desire to dig into that.
As I munched away, soaking in the peaceful atmosphere, I realized how much I relished my newfound freedom. With my husband’s snoring absent from the scene, I’ve been sleeping diagonally across the bed, and it’s glorious. After two decades together, I’ve come to understand that my feelings for him have shifted. The love I once held has transformed into something more akin to a maternal affection. He deserves passion, and though it stings a little, I genuinely want that for him.
We’ve both embraced this transition. Since our split, we’ve been civil for the sake of our three kids, and let’s be honest, out of mutual respect. He’s ready to date, and if that’s a step toward his healing, I support him wholeheartedly—though I won’t be joining him on these dates (that would be a bit much, and frankly, my Doritos habit would ruin the vibe).
It’s been almost a year since we’ve been intimate, and honestly, it’s been longer since I felt inclined to reignite that part of our relationship. We fought hard for years to mend our broken pieces, but sometimes, no amount of glue can hold a shattered vase together.
The man who once proposed to me is truly wonderful and has so much to offer. Just because our living arrangements have changed doesn’t mean our connection has vanished, especially when it comes to parenting. When he asked for advice on what to wear for his date, I freely offered my thoughts. He even shared a bit about her over lunch the next day, and I listened with genuine interest. When he mentioned talking to another woman because he didn’t want to be tied down, I jokingly called him a “douchebag” and reminded him to be upfront with them about his intentions.
I really do enjoy seeing him happy and moving on. And believe me, I’m moving on too—though my current companion is that bag of Doritos, not another man. My lady workshop isn’t quite ready to open for business yet!
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In summary, embracing the changes in my relationship with my soon-to-be ex-husband has been a journey of self-discovery and newfound freedom. While it’s a surprising turn of events, I’m finding joy in my own path, even if it involves a rather unconventional companion—my beloved Doritos.