So, this whole “contempt divorce” thing, it’s been a wild ride, let me tell you. It all started when I realized things with my ex were just… not working. It wasn’t some big, explosive fight or anything, just this slow, creeping feeling that we were growing apart, like two ships passing in the night. We were living under the same roof, but it felt like we were miles away from each other.
First, I tried talking, you know? Like, really tried to open up about how I was feeling. But it was like talking to a wall. He just didn’t get it, or maybe he didn’t want to. Every conversation turned into an argument, and those arguments always ended with him rolling his eyes and me feeling even more alone. That’s when I started noticing the contempt. It was like it was simmering under the surface of every interaction we had, a constant state of disrespect.
- The Eye Rolls: Every time I tried to express my feelings, he would roll his eyes. It was such a small thing, but it felt so dismissive.
- The Sarcasm: Then came the sarcastic comments. Little digs here and there, always aimed at making me feel stupid or inadequate.
- The Silence: Sometimes, the silence was worse than the words. He would just shut down, refusing to engage, leaving me feeling completely isolated.
I kept a journal during this time. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a little notebook where I jotted down my thoughts and feelings. Reading back on it now, it’s painful to see how much I was hurting, how much I was trying to hold on to something that was already gone.
Then, I reached out to a few close friends. Just talking to them, having them listen without judgment, it was a lifesaver. They helped me see that I wasn’t crazy, that my feelings were valid. They reminded me of my worth, something I had almost forgotten. Talking to them helped me realize it was time to take action.
The next step was, well, the hardest one. I decided to file for divorce. It wasn’t an easy decision, believe me. There were so many doubts, so many fears. But I knew I couldn’t keep living like that, drowning in a sea of contempt. It was time to take care of myself, so I started the legal proceedings.
The legal process was a whole other beast. Paperwork, court dates, lawyers… it was overwhelming. But I kept reminding myself why I was doing it, kept focusing on the light at the end of the tunnel. I leaned on my friends and my journal to help me process my emotions and stay focused.
Finally Free
Finally, after months of back and forth, it was over. The divorce was finalized. I remember feeling this huge wave of relief wash over me, like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I was free. It was the final chapter in a painful process that I initiated and carried out.
It’s been a while since then, and I’m in a much better place now. I’m happier, healthier, and more confident. It wasn’t easy, not by a long shot. But going through that whole “contempt divorce” thing taught me so much about myself, about my strength, and about what I deserve in a relationship. It taught me to recognize my feelings and act on them. And that, my friends, is priceless.
