Well, it’s official. We’re now officially divorced. The Skipper is once again a bachelor; just not quite as dashing and handsome as he was when he last claimed that title. I’m honestly not sure how I’m feeling right now. I’m definitely glad to have the process over with, and by all accounts, the divorce decree was about as fair as you can get.
She got to keep the house, but I was able to keep the boats. I still need to find myself a house, but I can live on the yacht for the time being, so I’m not in any hurry there. (Maye the yacht will make up for my lost youth when I start dating again.)
I get to have the kids every other week. The off-weeks without them will be tough, but I suppose I’ll adjust and it will eventually become the new normal. The ex (haven’t gotten used to thinking of her like that yet) and I are both involved in the boat tour business, so we’ve got a good reason to stay in contact with each other aside from just the kids. Even though we’re not married anymore, I’m glad she’s still in my life. Things went pretty sour there for a while, but thanks to the attorney, we were able to drain some of the tension out of the affair.
All in all, I’m pretty happy with how things turned out. It’s weird to have things so different now, but I just keep telling myself that there’s a whole new life to look forward to now. I’ve decided to stay out of dating for at least a little while. I figure I need to fully absorb and adjust to my new circumstances first. No need to rush, you know? For right now, it’s just me and the boat (and the kids every other week). Not a bad end result for the Skipper, all things considered.