posted on Sep, 1 2014 @ 01:12 AM
It is officially September 1st.
This should be a day of celebration, of joy and love and remembrance of all the years spent together sharing my life with Mark.
35 years ago today I felt like a princess in my lacy white wedding gown. The weather was perfect, absolutely perfect with the sun shining, not a cloud
in the sky, not too warm, not too cold. So many family members and friends wishing us a lifetime of happiness. We were young and so in love.
We shared so much through the years, so much laughter, so many tears. We stuck by each others side through life threatening diseases, through the loss
of family members and beloved pets, through financial struggles and whatever came our way.
I sit here in utter devastation of such a loss as my marriage. Marriage was supposed to be forever after, but forever found its end. It was a good
marriage, one that everyone envied and said was the perfect marriage. I guess younger prettier women mattered more and he hoped to get one. So far he
hasn't. I want to laugh at that. I want to say the grass is not greener on the other side but by the time he figures it out, it will be too late.
How do I look at the man I have spent my life with for 35 years and not see him as my husband? How could I ever look at him as anything else? We still
live together for financial reasons. We still get along. But we are not together as a couple.
Sometimes I feel like a broken porcelain doll, shattered and discarded, no longer beautiful or worth keeping. Sometimes I fall into the shadows
between the darkness and the light, trying to find my way, but the light keeps fading...