Eight years ago today, at approximately 3:30 a.m.
"Where have you been? I'm going to be late for work."
"Well, I made it back in time, so don't worry about it. Go to work."
"Where were you?"
"With my cousin."
"Until three in the morning? Doing what?"
"I don't know, just hanging out with him and his friends. They're more fun than you."
"You need to stop doing this. You know I can't just leave the kids and go to work on the assumption that you'll be back."
"I think you need to move out."
"What?"
"It's over."
10 comments:
ahhh nothing like the anniversary of D-day
I'm not sure how to react....commiserations....congratulations....happy anniversary? How about I'm sorry?
Wow, you're a different kind of "Veteran" on this day, aren't you? xoxo.
FUN!
This is in no way meant to imply that I was perfectly calm at the beginning of this conversation, or that the divorce wasn't my fault. I was just reminiscing.
like gypsy, i am not sure of the response. maybe hurray? maybe ugh, that sucks?
Well, you're a marriage veteran. Happy? Veterans day. I can't believe it's been eight years!
regrets?
No regrets, it just occurred to me that I have now been single as long as I was married. Well, for as long as she and I were "together" and married. It took another two and a half years before it was finalized.
Wow! I can't believe that much time has passed!
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