New to this...

Its been 6 or so weeks since I told my husband I was done. It's been a month today since I moved out of the house we've shared and into my parent's house. A month today since I started my new job because I knew I couldn't do this without one.

And I am terrified that I have made a terrible mistake (even though deep down I know I didn't).

I'm scared that I'm going to be alone forever (and I know, I know, that I shouldn't be worried about finding love at this point and truly, I'm not looking) and the ironic part is, is that's exactly why we ended up here in the first place.

I was 22, had tried dating, had failed and when my high school boyfriend reached out to me and asked if I wanted to try again, against all better judgment, I said yes - because settling for someone I already knew was better than the prospect of not finding anyone at all.

And here I am now, 32 and with two kids in tow. 10 years of my life gone. And sure, there were good times but there was a lot of bad and I just stayed.

Anyway, now I'm picking up the pieces, trying to figure where the heck I go from here - like, I have dreams, plans even, but am I even going to be able to do it in this situation?

And there it is, my rant, my ramble, my vent.