I decided I would write a blog on my divorce, my fourth and final divorce. How many times must a woman get hit in the head before she realizes something’s not feeling so good?
So here we go again. I have just filed the petition through a paralegal to “dissolve” my marriage. Such a sterile word for what started out with such passion and happiness.
Don’t you dissolve sugar in your coffee? Or chlorine in the jacuzzi to sterilize it from germs?
How do you “dissolve” feelings?
I’m in my “I am woman, hear me roar” stage. I bought a lightweight lawnmower, leaf blower and edger to trim my own yard. Yesterday, I actually bought a drill! Wow, I can feel the testosterone surging through my veins. Soon, I’ll be scratching my balls and spitting!
Of course, these frantic activities manage to keep away the sadness of yet one more marriage failing. To paraphrase the infamous words of Scarlet O’Hara, I’ll deal with that tomorrow.