Today’s prompt is guilty so I will sloppily turn that into a segue into the topic I keep failing to bring up, the reason I haven’t written anything on here in over two months: I getting divorced. Nbd.
I am guilty of abandoning you guys, who I know live for my little observations and rants. For that I am sorry.
I want to talk about it and I will. I have several different drafts in my folder, from several stages of the grief process and they are all more or less insane drivel.
Finally, something interesting happens in my life and I can’t even talk about it. At the same time it seems weird to talk about anything else and, as friends and family will tell you, I’m incapable of talking about anything else any way.
I guess I just need a little time to gain some perspective on the whole thing. I was with my husband for 17 years. (We got married when I was 11.) I’m the one that left and I know it’s for the best and, in fact, it should have happened a long time ago. It was just one of those things where you stay together because you’ve been together so long. Plus, I was scared to be alone and start over.
Men get itchy after a while. They want to date. They get sick of the same old thing. I’m sure some women are like that too. Not me. I was staying married because I didn’t want to start dating. The whole thing seems like a pain in the ass. I’m still not sure if I’m going to do it. Although, I did enjoy having a partner and I would like to think I’ll have one again.
I don’t know. I’ll tell you more later. [Insert Joke]