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5-year freedom anniversary
It never fails to amaze me when I forget these milestone days.
Five years and three weeks ago, my divorce was absolute.
No question, that remains a laurel, one I rightfully rested upon for quite awhile. I have to warn those just out, those thinking of escape, the time will come when that Herculean accomplishment becomes not enough. You get restless.
It irritates me when I fill out a form that asks for marital status and I have to fill in, "divorced." I am not divorced anymore. The divorce was a momentous act of God and my will; but why should I be labeled according to the fact that some time in the distant past I was married to some guy who has nothing to do with whatever I'm doing now? I'm single. I'm not used or broken goods; I'm a woman on her own feet.
I'm watching a career slowly develop, while realizing I'm a homecrafter at heart. I'm really me in the kitchen, or at the sewing machine.
I'm finding I want to go back to school, to get my license, to train for a specialized form of therapy. It's not enough to be the woman who got a way from Pinocchio; I want to be myself louder than ever.
It was a joy to be able to decorate my home in colors other than blue. It was a pleasure to do laundry only for three. And if any fool ever tries to criticize me for the noises I make when throwing up, his be-hind will be on the lawn. But there's more. A vacation to Colonial Williamsburg. A bunch more quilts. Respect. That tattoo. A license with my name on it. The knowledge that I'm fine single. A real marriage with a good man.
I guess that's my report from miles away. There is more, folks, and we all deserve it. Huges to all,
Miz Fine