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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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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.
