Divorced. Now what?
Got divorced. What happens now?
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Krakatoa on the Inside…An Ode to the Death of My Marriage
I have been seething about the divorce for a long time. First I spent from June to September of last year in deep mourning over the death of my marriage. I cried, and cried and cried some more. I hate crying but I couldn’t help myself, nor could I stop.
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I was married to the “Bad Boy”
I was married to the punk snot nosed kid on the block. Growing up, there is always some boy in your neighborhood, kinda cute in a skinny upturned nose sort of way, but this kid has a bad attitude, he’s the bad boy. The parents don’t pay him too much attention, he’s always running the streets, he probably plays guitar, he lives dangerously. Rides his bike too fast, or drives a dirt bike when he’s too young.
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A Cautionary Tale…
I can’t seem to prevent my own demise, confined to this marriage as I seem to be… just days after my to-be-ex-husband was handed his half of the divorce papers, he asked me to give him a chance, and he said he didn’t want me to go, and that he wanted me to go to marriage counseling with him. I believe him, so I am staying.







