There have been a couple of major events that I simply want to mention.
My legal name change came through earlier this month. Yesterday, I got my new GA driver's license. The good news is - new name and address; the bad news: GA is pertty clear about changing the gender marker (irreversible surgery and a letter with specific contents from the surgeon); the better news: the "M" is so small that noone ever notices it, even the police (don't ask how I know). I applied for and got my new social security card (new name, old gender in the records), and applied for a new passport. The Department of State relaxed the rules on gender markers. I read that a therapist's letter is sufficient. We'll see within 6 weeks. I'll let you all know.
I think I mentioned in a different blog post that the divorce was final in early June. Whew. For the second time since moving out I was in the same place as my ex. We did not meet or talk. As near as I can tell, she did not overreact, or even react. My only reaction was to move away as she came. This will be the last time I do that. I did not want her to cause a scene like she did the first time we were in the same place back in January. Perhaps someday she will learn to treat me like a human being when dealing with anything other than the children.
I think I mentioned that my adult children are all back in my life in a physical presence at last. It's been difficult emotionally for all four of us. We're getting past the hump, so to speak.
I have had the first 'boyfriend experience.' It lasted about 3 months. I saw red flags up front when we first met, and we dove in deep within a couple of weeks, despite my fears and reservations. Over time, more red flags appeared. Finally, his issues exploded and we parted, as friends. Fortunately, I did not hurt him, nor was I hurt, either emotionally or physically. I hope he grows up. He's trying. When he left town, I took him to dinner as a parrting gift. He's still very much in love with me. As near as I can tell, all men are crazy. I hope that someone proves me wrong.
So. Now one of my concerns revolves around meeting a partner. Much as I like living alone, I also don't like living alone. There is something oh so special about snuggling up to a loving partner, a lover, for warmth, companionship, sex, and love.
Perhaps moving out to the boonies was unwise. I need creature comforts and this house had them all, except for a short commute to work and a social life. Things will work out. "Everything will be allright." I heard this from a higher power, and believe it.