Aside from having that song stuck in my head, today should be a good day, right?
After months and months of delays, process servers and rushed trips to court my marriage is finally, irreversibly and officially over. I’m once again a free woman, and yet strangely I don’t feel like celebrating.
I really thought I’d be happy today. I thought that closing this chapter would bring some peace to my life. Instead it seems to have stirred up emotions I thought I had reconciled long ago.
So tonight, I am going to open an expensive bottle of wine. I’m going to sift through the remaining possessions I have that remind me of my now ex-husband, and I’m going to think about the good times and the bad.
Then I’m going to get out my marriage certificate, light a match, and watch that fucker burn.
After that I will close this chapter once and for all, and turn a new page. Tomorrow I will wake up and breathe in deep the scent of a fresh day and a new start.
My past has made me the person I am today, and I’m going to try my best to look forward to tomorrow.