Monday was the two month anniversary of the day I left my husband.

To celebrate, I cut some flowers from my garden and mixed them with an inexpensive bunch of roses I bought at a fruit stand. Oh, and I invited another man over for dinner.

Granted, he's a friend and will likely always be just that...but still. There was something about having the presence of another man in the house that felt weird, strange, natural and comforting all at once. We grilled some steaks and hot dogs, ate corn and my homemade italian bread and enjoyed the covered patio while it rained.

After the kids were in bed and he'd gone home, I cried myself soggy.

No matter how glad I am that the worst parts of the relationship are over, no matter how hard it was to live with anxiety and fear on a daily basis at the end, it doesn't change the fact that I'm really upset at the end to my hopes for happily ever after.

I got married and it was supposed to be for life.

I walked down the aisle, loving the man at the other end of it, and planned to raise children WITH this man, grow old with him and get frustrated when his hearing aid wouldn't work.

I said forever, I meant it and there are parts of me really pissed off that it didn't work out that way. I don't understand why he couldn't just stay the man I fell in love with, don't understand how things became so awful and I feel cheated.

I didn't expect perfection or bliss, but safety and reasonable happiness didn't seem like so much to ask for.

I'm angry because I have been asked to explain to my daughter why her dad and I aren't living together anymore, and I did so without saying anything negative about him. I can't say he's acted the same, and what I really want to say is, "I don't know how we got to this place. I wanted forever, but not if it looked like THAT."

I know I did the best thing for myself and the children, but sometimes I wonder how I can explain love, marriage and a forever commitment when my marriage didn't last.

In a recent conversation with the ex, he made some comment about trying to hold it together now that his life has fallen apart.

HIS life fell apart? He went godzilla on mine, wrecking everything in sight and I'm supposed to feel sorry for him because his life fell apart? Seriously?

Sadly, I do and it really, really pisses me off.