I know my vision is impaired and cannot be trusted with even the simplest tasks, much less dating. Not that Ive come within talon distance of a man.
When Ginny realized I wouldn’t ask Max for a divorce, her request became an ultimatum. One day she screamed, “Make up your mind, Simon. It’s either me or your wife, you can’t have it both ways.
If you looked round the rooms, you wouldn’t think there was anything missing. But it’s like one of those Spot the difference cartoons in a puzzle book. The changes are so subtle, yet glaringly obvious once you’ve seen them. A photo missing here, a cup there. A heart a bit more broken than it was before.
A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.
Why did we divorce? I guess you could say we had trouble synchronizing. You know that carnival ride where two cages swing in opposite directions, going higher and higher until they go over the top? That was us. We passed each other all the time, but we never actually stopped in the same place until it was time to get off the ride.
Divorce is an expensive punishment love gets when it fails
This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.
How can I grieve what is still in motion?” I ask her. “Shoes are still dropping all over the place. Im not kidding,” I say. “Its Normandy out there.
In the end, a lack of compatibility is what ruins relationships. You can’t force someone to be an eagle when they are a duck. Nobody wants to fly solo. Dreams were meant to be shared together.
A divorce party–that’s really better than a wedding party!