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Today is the day my divorce is supposed to be final. I say supposed to be because, as usual, Garret has not bothered to communicate with me regarding the details (I'm supposed to be a mind reader, remember?) I imagine I'll either hear nothing, get a txt message 15 minutes before the hearing asking me where I am, or an email saying "hey, how'd it go?" I will check with the court tomorrow to see if it went through. I will not be surprised if it did not.
There was a time when Garret and I were happy. That is a part of our history he can't rewrite. We did genuinely love each other and wanted wonderful things for each other. There was a time when it was unfathomable to either of us to cause each other any pain. We would spend entire weekends in the living room on a palette on the floor, watching every movie in my library and listening to CDs he brought me. We ordered take-out from the same two places almost every week, so much that the delivery guys knew us. Those were good times.
I don't want to go over where things changed for the worst. If I do I'll just end up blaming myself for something that wasn't my fault -- the knives in my back are proof of that.
I will never see my ex-husband again. This makes me sad and is also kind of a relief. Without him around I am free to remember him as he used to be, when I truly, madly, deeply loved him.
There was a time when Garret and I were happy. That is a part of our history he can't rewrite. We did genuinely love each other and wanted wonderful things for each other. There was a time when it was unfathomable to either of us to cause each other any pain. We would spend entire weekends in the living room on a palette on the floor, watching every movie in my library and listening to CDs he brought me. We ordered take-out from the same two places almost every week, so much that the delivery guys knew us. Those were good times.
I don't want to go over where things changed for the worst. If I do I'll just end up blaming myself for something that wasn't my fault -- the knives in my back are proof of that.
I will never see my ex-husband again. This makes me sad and is also kind of a relief. Without him around I am free to remember him as he used to be, when I truly, madly, deeply loved him.
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