A Pity Party of Sorts

I made it through the day 10/10/10 - my/our first and I hope only wedding anniversary.  I was moderately irritated all day at the fact that I was scheduled to work in the evening.  I was feeling a little sorry for myself, but happy that I would not hear from my estranged husband.  After yet another nasty exchange via text Friday morning, I was at the mobile phone store to change my phone number, and that evening after work, I blocked his email addresses.  I had hoped for a few calls or messages or cupcakes of course, to help me through the day.  I finally called my mom and started in on her a little bit.  I understand her thought which was not to mention the anniversary until I brought it up, but that didn't soothe me.
Anyway.
I really thought we would have had a happy anniversary.  I married with my whole heart surrounded with family and friends in a beautifully beaded ivory dress with my sapphire blue shoes and my groom in a tuxedo - the only time I've ever seen him in a tie.  We didn't have a traditional reception, just a dinner for everyone.  I wanted to surprise him with a wedding type cake to celebrate today, and I was going to make him a card from homemade paper, to honor the paper tradition.
Work was so slow, causing me to ponder how to find an ideal second job.  I'm happy to be home in my jammies with the dogs and cat asleep around me, that this day is behind me.  One of the last conversations I'd had with the husband included him telling me he would be visiting family in Texas to avoid being in the house we lived in together on this memorable date.  He mentioned he will be moving to Tennessee in December, so I could potentially have my city back.  I still don't have any plans. 

I made it through Wal-Mart without seeing any baby supplies, so I managed not to cry there.  Now that I'm home, I'm a little more shaky, but I'm grateful that 10/10/10 is over.  I made it.