Everything was settled… divided. The pension fund, the house, policies, investments, shares, the children, cars, the dogs…except…. the furniture. For days they argued… one meeting after the other… mediation, facilitation, arbitration… no success. Read More
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.
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
My divorce took forever… love and lust wait for no one. Life goes on. I met a man. The chemistry was hilarious… we couldn’t keep our eyes off each other… nor our hands!!! Read More
From the Depths of despair when my world fell apart
I felt all alone and heavy in heart
My life had been shattered by a tight fisted hand
Who could I turn to, who’d understand?
So with no self esteem and in a broken mess
I made a decision about my happiness
I took all my courage I could find
to make a stand for myself and leave him behind
Those first few months were the loneliest I’ve been
But I knew it was worth it not to be hit again
Again in finding myself I cried a river of tears
Learning to love me and facing my fears.
(Misty Wildes)Read More
They say – No man becomes bankrupt so quickly than the one just served with a divorce summons.
I look at the world – The world of the Divorced.
I look at her face.
I look into her eyes.
I look beyond.
I see –Read More