Till death do us part

When we took those vows a lifetime ago, it was unfortunate he didn't mean some of them (you know, the little ones like promising to be true in good times and in bad and forsaking all others) as much as he evidently meant "till death do us part." We're now eighteen months post divorce filing and I'm no closer than I was then to having a legal change of marital status.

At this point the only logical thing to do (other than cry, of course) is to revel in the absurdity and learn to blog about it. That and write a book of all the things I've been tempted to say along the way of trying to get unmarried, but have refrained from saying because I'm committed to staying on the high road. And if, in the end, I become a bajillionaire off the book "Emails to my Ex," well I'll just consider it karmic justice.

One of these days I'm going to manage to get divorced. Until then, I'm still married...

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Dear Dr. Goetter

Dear Dr. Goetter,

About a hundred million years ago, you scribbled across the top of a classroom observation paper I'd turned in that one day you hoped to see me in writing.  I don't really suppose you meant a blog about the endeavor of getting divorced or cheeky compilation of emails I, as well as others, have wanted to send.  But rest assured, when the book is published, I'll dedicate it to you just like I promised myself when you planted that little seed of hope and inspiration in my heart. 

Sincerely,

The student three rows in from the windows and the second seat back.
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