An interested party
Asked me
Today
Why
I’d gotten
Divorced.
The question
Threw me
Because
I hadn’t
Thought about
That event
In quite some time.
I answered
That it had been
So long
That I couldn’t
Even remember
The reason.
Of course,
That wasn’t
A satisfactory reply,
So I was required
To open
Old wounds
To give
A sufficient answer.
Once
The conversation
Was over,
However,
I reapplied
The bandages,
And then
Went back
To think about
That time
In my life.
I did
The mental math,
And couldn’t
Believe
That it has been
Eleven years
Since a judge
Declared me
No longer married.
Eleven years?
How was that
Even possible?
Those days
Were the darkest
Of my life,
And it seemed
As if
They had
No intention
Of ever ending.
Yet now,
They’ve been
Long forgotten.
Buried beneath
More than a decade
Of new,
Less painful
Memories.
Time travels…
Some times,
But
Not
Always,
To happier moments.
No one likes to be reminded of a time when the air felt like cracked ice aimed at your soul. This person must not have been a true Modern Philosopher!
Not yet…
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That’s hard. You say it was an interested party, so I won’t say it was kind of a ballsy, prying question. I’m always interested in the whys and wherefores of anybody, because I’m, well, because I find it interesting. But I don’t ask, because if they are comfortable talking about it, they will. I’m presuming this person had a good reason to ask. I hope you don’t feel too sad having remembered the pain.
Thanks. It was a little annoying to have the topic brought up, but I handled it.
I often wonder when people ask those sort of questions if they realize they hurtle people back to a different time, often a dark time…I doubt they would like the same time travel inflicted upon them.
You handled it well, Austin and then came back to the present, like a true Modern Philosopher. 🙂
Thanks, Donna. I do my best. 🙂
Twenty-fives years ago this spring, with a combination of fear and determination, I filed for divorce. I had been married for the better part of eight years to a man who was emotionally and financially abusive. I had stayed with him out of fear. The morning I turned 32 I realized that life was too short to die with regrets. Funny thing, no one ever asks me why. It’s probably just as well. I hope you are able to continue piling know were, better memories on top of the old, painful memories.
I’ve long since forgotten about those days. I have new heartbreak to consider now. 🙂
Newer not knew were-stupid Siri.
A very candid post, one that I can definitely relate to. Thanks so much for sharing.
You’re welcome. Glad you liked it. 🙂
You seem to have handled it suavely, Austin, with the interested party. Good job.
Thanks, Mark. I have my moments. 🙂
I’m glad you’ve found happier moments 🙂
Thanks.