Married at twenty. And married for a long time. Still feel married. Legally divorced. Didn't mean we still didn't have a marriage relationship. We were still in a relationship. We were still raising kids and doing it together. We were still helping each other and talking. We didn't get divorced to start new relationships. Dave didn't want to get divorced. I wanted the legal aspect to protect assets. We lived apart that last two years and I think we were happier that way. Dave got to do the things he claimed he never could find the time to do. He got to buy the toys he wanted without input. And he saw us all the time.
Legally I was divorced, but really I was still married.
And so here I am. Legally divorced. Not married, not widowed. Without Dave. And he is gone. So we did make it to death do us part. I never expected it to be so young. And while it is starting to feel real, it still feels surreal at the same time. I wonder how long I will feel this.
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