The UnWedding Anniversary
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What else would you call the anniversary of your wedding once you have been divorced? If Alice in Wonderland can have an UnBirthday, I can have an UnWedding Anniversary. So today I did. I was married on December 14th, some year or other. It was a snowy day in a small Illinois town.
Today was another December 14th, not a flake of snow to be found in a large Canadian city. Being in a city has it’s perks on a day like today. I had a bus pass in my pocket, a map in my purse and the city at my feet - for as long as I cared to keep moving. I began by doing what I had done years ago: a long hot shower, some time to pamper myself and a little breakfast. I decided not to shave my legs or wear my wedding attire because this is my day and I’m not out to impress anyone.
There were so many things I thought about doing: a luxurious lunch out, a movie, a trip to the museum, even a bit of retail therapy, but I’m on a tight budget and didn’t want to be out too late and come home in the cold and dark. So I had a fancy coffee, bought chocolates and a lottery ticket. On the way home I gave a homeless woman a donation. I thought about buying myself things I don’t really need. But, I was happy having a day out and feeling kind of pampered and pretty. It was a good hair day and just enough wind to enjoy the sport of hair flipping. Maybe next year I’ll have more adventures.
[tags]wedding, anniversary, divorced, celebrate[/tags]
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TrailerQueen
September 28th, 2008
at 1:09am
It’s been so long since I divorced my first husband, 17 years. I married him sometime in the fall, that’s all I remember. I probably have the marriage certificate somewhere in the files. Don’t want to look at it. I’ve been with somebody else for years now. I recall when I left the husband, my friends took full delight in taking me to the local drag cabaret, and male strip shows. I enjoyed the “support” more than anything else. I recall it took a long time to get over him, but it was sooo very worth it. Women were not treated well in his family, and I would’ve been ground down to a slave. He was already well into the process when I’d finally understood it wasn’t going to get better, and left him. Going back to freedom, my friends, family, not dealing with contempt..all wonderful….