Nine Months In
Three days after Valentine's Day, which was my first one 'alone.' I didn't realize it until I was halfway through it. And when I did, it didn't even bother me. Because in actuality, the day in my marriage was just like any other day. Sure, he'd come in with the overpriced, three-quarters-of-the-way-to-full-bloom roses. Which I'd quickly put in a vase, lamenting the moment when they'd eventually die. In all honesty, it really didn't matter to me if he'd bought flowers or not. Because I wanted a love where my man would bring me flowers BECAUSE HE LOVED ME. Not because it was Valentine's Day. But this realization for me only arrived with the wisdom of getting older. He called, wanted to have breakfast with me, I declined. I only see him when I see our kids and grandchildren. With absolutely no desire to see him alone. I love my place, but as the lease will be up in three and a half months (!) I'm looking around at other listings so that I ...