You never really consider just how hard divorce would be until you actually have to. I’d spent my entire life hoping to never use the word ‘divorcee’, but now I guess I’ll have to get used to it. Oh who cares, I didn’t know why I was feeling so down. Everyone experiences break-ups, just in adult life it’s a bit more nitty gritty than high school. Ever since the divorce was finalised last week, I can’t stop crying. Looking around my house, everything reminds me of him. I’d spent the last ten years of my life by his side, and now I was alone. Alone, trapped in a house filled with our memories and adventures. He had it easy, he got to sit in a hotel room, in a new environment without heartbreaking thoughts rushing through his head. What was I kidding, he would have been at the closest strip bar stuffing dollar bills down some girls g-string. I needed to stop being sad about this. He was a bad man. I deserved better. First thing in the morning I picked up the phone and called Painters Melbourne. If I was going to get him out of my life, I needed him out of my home and my head. The house needed to be completely repainted and redecorated. Anything that reminded me of him, I threw in the bin. I took all my furniture to a second hand shop. Once the guys from House Painters Melbourne had finished repainting, I’d buy new furniture and have a completely new home, exactly the way I want it. I scheduled in a time for the men at Exterior Painters Melbourne to come by and hung up the phone. A smile spread across my face and I felt slightly better already. I could feel that this was a good decision. This would help me get over that no-good-lying-ex-husband of mine.