Most of the time I forget. Most of the time I don’t think about it at all. This is amazing since I have a child in the middle of it. However, and seriously, I don’t think about it unless….unless I read about it, someone else talks about their own situation and that reminds me.
What am I talking about? Divorce.
I imagine I don’t think about it unless….and because I’m really just happily married. That’s the part of my life that I DO think about.Â
Jan 12, 2003….that was a pretty damn cool day. And then so was November 26, 2005. That was another amazing day. I suppose those two days and every thing in-between and since has pretty much erased the word “Divorce†from my daily thought processes.
So tonight…when I traced back a link on my blog page and found a girl who got married not all that long ago…a girl that writes amazing poetry…a girl I met online so so long ago I can’t even remember or recall when and saw that she’s separated from her husband ….it hit me.
What did?
That fucking divorce feeling. I can’t even explain it. But it sucks ass.
I’m now sitting here trying to will it out of my head….and thankfully it’s relatively easy because Rick is right beside me. I’ll be just fine….
I’m honestly thankful….that we’ve been together for soon to be 5 years and will be celebrating our 2nd wedding anniversary soon. It’s a sweet feeling. But somehow I think once you’ve been to the dark side called divorce you can’t read about it or anything having to do with it casually again. Once you’ve been through hell you are keenly aware that it exists. You are also equally happy that you have all that you have on the other side. To that girl that writes nine times better than I do on even my great day’s…..I’m thinking about you.
To my husband…who loves me right back always….I love you honey!