I didn't even realize that today is the first anniversary of my divorce. My divorceaversary? One year ago, my ex and I met up on a normal Friday in Biggs, Oregon. I handed him Summer, who had taken an epic dump in her diaper on the way there. He says "Well, I guess the divorce is final as of today. I said "Should we high five?" And I was shut down by him for the last time. He put Summer on the hood of his truck and started changing her, while gagging, as per usual. "Wow, you never helped that much even when we were married." /sarcasm Him: "............" I drove back that night and met up with a Tinder date who I would end up together with for the next six months. I accomplished a lot with the satisfaction of knowing I was officially divorced, and being able to move on with my life. Not to say that things got any easier after, because in fact they got worse. Regrets and resentment happened. Horrible rumors being spread about me. Here...