reclaiming lost joy
after the divorce –
carrot cake
Tag: divorce
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She had wanted out for years, but we had been good once. I still wasn’t ready to give up on us. The basement door stayed locked.
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no anniversary –
August feels
empty
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thinking as I shop
“I could get that for her” –
old habits…
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The Way We Were
on movie channel –
too soon…
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divorce court –
I park near
the funeral home
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anniversary –
less than a month left
before our divorce
Fiction: Crossing the Bridge
In the light of the full moon on a cloudless night, Ron walked to the middle of the bridge and put one leg over the guardrail, and then the other. He stood on a narrow catwalk meant for the use of painters and inspectors. Ron planned to use it as a launching pad, to launch himself into the deep waters of the Tondoscinewa River and end it all.
He took a deep breath, and released it. Depressed as he was, he thought perhaps he should get right with God before jumping. Of course, jumping itself was guaranteed to get on God’s bad side, and there was no point in asking for forgiveness and then committing the sin. So, no prayer.
Ron took another deep breath, thinking it would be his last. Then he heard the footsteps approaching slowly from the tree-laden far end of the bridge. He blew out the breath and wondered who was coming.