The Great Divorce
The divine comedy of my marriage and divorce. A life unexpected but inevitable.
Thursday, June 09, 2016
I HATE HIM
I HATE HIM
I HATE HIM
I HATE HIM.
Wednesday, March 09, 2016
The Long Game Begins
Over the past 2 years and more of our separation, I have given him so many opportunities to do the right thing. To make amends and move forward in friendship.
He rejected all of them. Sad for him. I cannot regret it though. It is who I am.
That doesn't mean I haven't learned to protect myself and move on. This divorce is clearly going to be a long term project. I am just going to live my life with joy and forget about it. What will be will be. I have to let go and trust the Universe that is always there for me to act in my best interest. That and my lawyer :). It is not going to keep me up nights any more.
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
Sad but true.
Tuesday, March 01, 2016
The Dance
I made it through a week of going through 50+ years of old photographs and memories to put together a collage and share moments at the family dinner I organized for them.
It was the first time I had braved the photo chest since the separation. My lifetime of photos had sat forbodingly in the brown wooden chest that protects them, daring me to expose my raw feelings and sort through our life. I had unashamedly refused to dive in. But now I had no choice. You can't have a 50th wedding anniversary celebration without a visual trip down memory lane.
For a while this past week, the song that wouldn't leave me was Garth Brook's The Dance. It had me reflecting on all of the moments that I am grateful to have had and wouldn't change for the world. Especially our daughters and happy family times together. Difficult to get past that in one piece, but I did. I even enjoyed revisiting those times, and reminded my girls about them as well. Lest they think it was always terrible. I have photographic evidence that we were all one big fucking happy family at one time.
Anyway, this song came on the radio, by Anne Murray, a beloved Canadian singer. (I still have the cassette tape of her childrens' songs that my mom and dad gave to me as a kid.)
A song about spending the rest of your life with someone. So it was playing on the radio, and I started singing along, directing it at my then boyfriend. It turned into a proposal of sorts, and he, and I, said yes. A few weeks later, he surprised me at work with an engagement ring, and officially proposed to me at work.
I wouldn't have missed this dance for the world.
Friday, January 01, 2016
Thanks for the Memories (with apologies to Mr. Bob Hope)
Sunday, March 01, 2015
Remember Who You Are!
It is the 29th Anniversary of the 1st day of my marriage. I'm doing much better today than last year on this date. There has been sadness, yes. I've been able to watch it come and go, though. Choosing the light instead of darkness.
I can't ignore the significance of the day, but I can assign it a different job. I choose to make it a restart day. My sister-in-law was very sweet and treated me to a massage at an amazing spa. It left me relaxed and rejuvenated. A lovely way to while away the afternoon! I am forever grateful for her thoughtfullness.
I have seeds and soil ready to start the seedlings for my garden, my new passion. It is part of my renewal, rebirth.
I need to get back to who I am. The fearless and courageous me that ploghed on full of love and determination no matter what. There were pit stops for pain along the way, but I never lingered long.
I jave lingered here too long, in this place of grief and disbelief. I need to move forward. Baby steps forward. What shall I do first?
Saturday, February 21, 2015
My Own Company
Now it's a little late for him to start caring about my feelings. Though I do appreciate it. It's just... A little late. It is handy for the separated relationship that we now have for it to be amicable and conducted in a civil and even friendly way. However I was quite insulted, I guess, and indignant that tonight would have been, could have been, only one of many nights when I may have enjoyed his company. If he had not been otherwise occupied spending time with more important things in his life like his career his job and his mistress.
No, it's much too late for us to enjoy each others company. Even just as friends. At least not now. Maybe in the future. But tonight, tonight it just pissed me off. Like really? Now you're going to decide that maybe I would like to share your company? Well hallelujah amen! Anyway. I'm taking a deep breath and I'm going to go finish my evening of Dr. Phil and the movie of the week. Better alone than in the wrong company. Who knew that my own company was better all along?