Holy fuck, that makes me feel old.
At this point, I've been divorced for like twice as long as I was married. Still, eight years is a pretty good run for people who were way too young to be getting married. In thinking about this, the thing that seems weird to me is how little of it I remember. I can find flashes of memory, but for the most part I can't really remember what it felt like to be married to him. Isn't that weird?
My life now is way different than it was back then, and way different than it would be if we'd stayed married. It's a million times better than the former, and almost certainly than the latter. I've done so many amazingly cool things that just wouldn't have happened if I'd stayed married to Jeff. I don't regret marrying him, but parting ways was one of the best things I've ever done.