My friend, I’ll say it clear, I’ll state my case of which I’m certain

It’s my 10 year wedding anniversary this year.

It actually lasted 8 months and ended with lawyers and recriminations and people going back on their promises and a strongly worded letter from my Dad.

I was always a Daddy’s girl.

And I thought I would marry someone like my Dad.

But I didn’t.

But I married a man with a drug habit, a staying out all night with out telling me habit, and; horrifyingly for a new bride trying to make things work, a cheating habit.

1 chance, 2 chances, 3 chances.

I left.

No, I don’t regret getting married; I married with all the hopes and dreams everyone has on their wedding day.

No, I don’t regret not trying to make it work; I left with my head held high and my dignity intact and hope for the future – that did’t go away just because he had broken my heart.

And, No, I don’t regret leaving it so long to get divorced. He who could have been next, well, wasn’t. For good reasons, I have come to conclude. He who came after that couldn’t see past the past and became the past too. He, who is now, sees me, but i’m not doing this for our future, but for mine.

I’m finally ready to be free from the past.

The papers are getting signed at 4pm on Friday.

….and about bloody time I hear you all say.

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