I think those of you who follow here can tell that I’m fairly real and genuine. One moment I think I’ve forgiven and moved on; the next I’m behaving badly out of lingering blame and resentment.
These are realities for the divorced, and these are the things I choose to share here. I don’t dwell in them. It’s not my whole life. But it’s the sliver of me you get to see for visiting here.
the life and loves of Alisa B 
I have flashes of this, too. It would be really nice if all our hopes, dreams and feelings resolved with the judge’s signature, but they just don’t. I have read that grief is circular rather than linear, and I think it applies to grieving the life you wanted. I’m all about the real.