Fourteen years ago today, I wore a white dress, carried a bouquet of pink roses down an aisle, and said "I Do." Unfortunately, twelve years ago in December, I signed documents saying, "Ooops, sorry, I guess I Don't."
I don't know why I have to remember the date every year or why it still bothers me. Seriously, some days it feels like I've been in traffic far longer than I was married. But, it wasn't a bitter divorce by any means, we're still friends today
(in fact, I even sent him a "Happy un-Anniversary" text today, which he found funny), and, you know, it was my only marriage, which is a Big Life Event no matter how it turned out in the end.
From the time I was very young, I wanted to be married. Never in a million years did I think I'd get divorced once I did. By now I thought I'd have six kids, a station wagon, and a dog. Well, at least I've got a dog, right? Don't get me wrong - I don't regret getting married, because I think at the time it was something I needed to experience
(if only to show me what not to do in the future). And I don't regret my divorce or any of my choices since then. Sure, there were some bad choices - OK, fine, A LOT of bad choices - but they all made me who I am today and I rather like that person
(most of the time - although sometimes she can be a real b*tch).
I suppose it's nice to just look back and remember how far I've come - and realize I'm still trying to grow forward every day.
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