Just opened my mailbox and lo and behold, my Marriage Certificate finally arrived, packaged in its very governmental envelope. You see, in order to get a divorce in this province it seems that you have to prove that you were actually married in the first place. haha. Honestly though, I think the ones laughing the loudest are the lawyers.... laughing their way to the bank that is. But alas, what must be done must be done. And this process is almost over. One more signature and c'est fini. And because I truly believe that I did everything under the sun and the moon to keep this marriage together, I feel clean at heart, even though it didn't work out. Because like all great dances, it takes two to tango and I simply couldn't hold it up on the dancefloor on my own anymore. My marriage was over a long time ago.... it just took awhile for me swallow my pride and be able to admit it. And do what was best for my own soul. Now I am no longer stuck in limbo... no longer stuck between two worlds of legal definition. Instead of calling it a divorce, I simply look at it as being un-married, which has a nicer ring to it don't you think? :)
Here I am free as a bird to redefine my life as I know it. And do my own groundbreaking, making up my own rules as I go... and promising myself that I won't lose my way ever again.
So as I reread our names on this said official Marriage Certificate, noting the date of our union in bold type, instead of feeling pangs of sadness, I breathe a quiet sigh relief as I close off this door behind me, and for the first time in years, I feel this thing called hope.....
Ok Life, I'm ready for you. Bring it on baby. xo ;)