divorce

LOVE IS LIKE A DESIGNER FASHION, ENJOY IT WHEN YOU HAVE IT. LET IT GO WHEN IT IS GONE BECAUSE A NEW ONE WILL COME.

When you lose a friend or a lover, those who remain in your life gain (more of your attention).

Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.

They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.

I don__ know what makes people start wanting each other any more than I know what makes it stop all of a sudden. I just know that when you lose it once, you__l never take it for granted again

You will never accept gratitude as a solution to your problems, until you have reached the last stage of grief--acceptance.

I could only defend myself so much. It was my word against his. There was no evidence, nor was there any proof. My word meant very little.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I__ forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips felt..the sound of his voice, the intensity of his gaze, all of it. Trace by trace it would slip from my mind, recede into foggy memory. The painful haze that dulled my present would melt into the past. Maybe not all the way, maybe there would be a few scars. Maybe I'd be different, but I__ be me again. Little by little.

Living with myself wasn__ all that easy. I was not the young girl I once was. Once upon a time when I looked in the mirror, I saw this happy glow. Now nothing glowed except the leftover face cream from the night before.

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.

At times, it felt so odd being with a man in such an intimate way who was not my husband.

I had to get used to it because my life was no longer safe and I was no longer protected like I once was.

He would say things like, __ut you are my wife!_ when I didn__ do something that he wanted me to do. His expectations were not realistic.

I was physically attacked by a woman who didn__ even know me. Yes, my boyfriend was her former husband, but she tried to ruin me.

Somehow, we both got carried away. I don__ know exactly how it happened, but before long, I knew nothing was ever going to be the same.

I don__ know if this happens in all relationships, but I just got so sick of his all too familiar stories. I had heard these stories so many times that I could have recited them myself.

I didn__ want to get burned. I didn't want to be the other woman, but I wanted him with all my might.

Even though their marriage had been dead for over two years (her words, not mine), this put her in the role of the innocent. She was now a woman scorned. ~Shattered Reality