this has been an extremely interesting decade.
i lost many men who i thought i was going to marry. perhaps i jumped to conclusions for some of them. one i loved hard. so, so hard. some i didn’t, but the hurt was still sharp. i still remember. i’m not that old yet.
but…i have to say that watching your ex’s get married – this is an extremely … i don’t even have the word for it. but you know that with every decision to make this step, someone’s life has changed profoundly. a commitment has been promised.
no looking back.
it’s hard to describe how finite this feels. it’s like your time is a book, and these people are now firmly closed chapters within that book. well, those chapters were always closed regardless. but when you see one of them get married – it’s like someone sat on that book and gave it just that much more of a shove to clasp the lock.
it’s – so interesting. life is funny. will this feeling ever leave? or will i be sixty and experience the same amusement, when i think back to these men?