As a Marriage Ends, a New Life Begins

my-marriage-splitIs there a word for the anniversary of the beginning of the end?

It’s been exactly one year since he left. We had spent the previous seven thousand six hundred days together; twenty years, although the last two felt like dog years. On the day he finally leaves, we’re both surprised at how civil we are as I drive the packed car up Route 80, his clothes, computer and boxes filling the back. We stop at a Dairy Queen and agree he’ll pay for lunch since I paid for gas, and at the time it doesn’t occur to either of us how odd that is. For two decades it was our money, our lives, our home, our family. And in less than an hour I will be driving home, alone, weeping. Read More