in 1991, I got married.
By this day in 1999 I was divorced. I don't remember that date...in July, mid-month.
I wish I could forget the 27th. I know it represents nothing special. It isn't like I have open wounds from the marriage...I spoke to my ex just last night, ironing out details of his dogsitting for me while I'm on vacation.
We just got married too young, it didn't work out, we handled the split very maturely, we are still friends, it represents no huge character flaws, nor are we failures as people, it is just a thing that happened, and I wouldn't be who I am today without the experience.
Who I am today just burst into tears unloading the dishwasher.
Posted by Nic at July 27, 2005 05:36 PM | TrackBackI empathize. Even though I am remarried now, some years before this marriage were just difficult. I hope you are able to get yourself going and know that life will get better. I'm living proof.
Posted by: VW Bug at July 27, 2005 06:02 PMSpots on the glassware always bums me out too. That's what it was, trust me. Try Cascade. You'll be fine.
Posted by: Ted at July 28, 2005 11:56 AM