I always seem to come back here, to this place of writing and sharing. It feels like a boulder on the shore - I may wash away in the tide for a while, but somehow I always end up washed back here. It's now been nearly twelve years since my first post here. I was 18 when I started this blog for my Freshman English class; two months from now, I'll be 30 and freshly divorced. There is much, of course, that I cannot and will not write about that last detail; I am not here to tattle or list grievances. Here is the short story: we were together for nearly 12 years, and now we are working on paperwork for our dissolution. No, there was no infidelity on either side. And no, I was the one who initiated both the separation and the dissolution. Yes, it was - and is - very painful. And yes, I do hope he quickly finds happiness after we part ways, even if it sounds trite. And here I am, back here on this seaside boulder, washed ashore like a ...