On What Was a Wedding Anniversary
I'm not angry. I'm not sorry. I made my peace before proceeding with divorce.
There was some awkwardness, mostly outside the marriage, while I tried to maintain calm in the household during the steps leading to the divorce. It was important to me that there not be a messy blow-up, and there wasn't; apparently that was important to my former husband, too, if predictably so.
We arrived at the court successfully in a state of calm. The judge seemed confused, possibly relieved. I'm sure the rest of his day didn't go so smoothly.
My counterpart shed a few tears when I gave back the wedding rings; I wanted to dissociate myself from them and leave him to decide their fate. That was my only bit of meanness, because I knew deciding what to do would be harder for him than for me.
My first year of divorce was a sea-storm. The surges and doldrums were to be expected, but knowing never makes a thing easy. My second year of divorce is moving along just swimmingly. I have no regrets.
Many thanks to those who have been supportive. I appreciate you forever.
All told, I consider my only legal marriage to be a project well-completed. I'm ready to keep being me. You might think the divorce date would be a better date of celebration, but I'd have to look it up. And it doesn't matter - it's just another date, the end of the process.
So today might also be just another date. I remember it not to commemorate, but to celebrate my success. Cheers, mates.