Three weeks after my divorce I was gallivanting with a junior article clerk, intoxicating looks, half my age for two weeks on an exotic island… temporarily forgetting that my life was in shambles… a 40-year-old single mother of two teenage sons…barely qualified attorney… hardly self-supportive… very irresponsible for a start. We’d go on long hikes, spend afternoons wrapped in my bed sheets, travel to tropical beaches…never to reach the crystal blue waters…Read More
My wedding-ring lies in a basket
as if at the bottom of a well.
Nothing will come to fish it back up
and onto my finger again.
among keys to abandoned houses,
nails waiting to be needed and hammered
into some wall,
telephone numbers with no names attached,
It can’t be given away
for fear of bringing ill-luck.
It can’t be sold
for the marriage was good in its own
time, though that time is gone.
Could some artificer
beat into it bright stones, transform it
into a dazzling circlet no one could take
for solemn betrothal or to make promises
living will not let them keep? Change it
into a simple gift I could give in friendship?
“Wedding-Ring” by Denise Levertov
I walked out as poor as a church mouse. My only valuables… my pride, my figure and a few pieces of second hand furniture. And, of course, my wedding ring – a brilliant, one carat flawless clear white diamond…. worth a fortune.
Closure comes to us from within.
It comes when we accept that letting go and
Moving forward is more important than
Remaining stuck in a situation that is no longer us.
With a person that is no longer us.
I blamed everyone. My Ex. His work. My work…long hours… children… time consuming… my parents for interfering… family familiarity… Her, the sun, the moon, the stars!!! All but myself. I was blameless…guiltless. The world according to Garp… facts imprinted in my soul… I had no part to play in this fokkop!!! It was his entire fault. His infidelity… his affair…his adulterous nature… Now I must suffer!!!
Acceptance evaded me. I couldn’t adjust to the picture of my new reality… my new life. Read More
Love After Love – Poem by Derek Walcott
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,Read More