I feel free, now.  Like now that I realize what a mistake it's been, I can let go and move on with my life.  I can be myself again.  I can put one foot in front of the other and get back parts of myself that I've missed like crazy.  Hope is a heady thing, especially when there's the glimmer of hope that one of your biggest mistakes can possibly be remedied.  Cross your fingers for me, dear reader.

In short, I am single again, in fact if not on paper.  Don't be sad for me, be happy.  I feel relieved, and I suspect there is much in store for me to be giddy about.