Ten years ago today, February 24th, I walked down the aisle and swore vows before God and family to love, honor, and cherish the woman who became my wife. I was really looking forward to today for the past 10 years. The tenth anniversary is, in my mind, the first of three significant anniversaries; the others being 20 and 50. Having a previous failed marriage made this milestone seem even more significant. Having our marriage survive a couple of rocky periods including two separations made it even more so. I felt that if we made it to the ten year mark, we would be golden heading into the 20. When my wife left me–for the third time–without a word in April, I knew we would not make this anniversary milestone.
I have healed since our divorce. I no longer indulge the pain I initially let drive me into depressive funks. I no longer allow myself to indulge “what if” fantasies of reconciliation. I no longer deny the reality that our marriage is over and life goes on. I am making my own plans now as a single man and I am ok with that.
But I did not feel I could allow this day to pass without taking a moment to commemorate what would have been our tenth anniversary, if for no other reason than I had built it up so much in my mind.
So, to my ex-wife. Happy would-have-been 10th.