On What Was a Wedding Anniversary
Today is the anniversary of my (to-date) only legal marriage. I feel like I should give an official statement. 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 b...