The Weekend After

I knew this was coming. It was simply a matter of time. Back on November 1, 2008, when I finally said goodbye to my marriage, I knew that some day, one day, I would be divorced. A year-and-a-half later, that day came, on May 14, 2010. Here I am, two days removed, sitting in a hotel room in San Antonio and sobering to the fact that the rest of my life is ahead of me and what once was a very big part of my life is now over. The feeling is bittersweet. I have not grieved about the failing of my marriage (it was over long before the day I left), and I don't intend to now. What I have learned though, is that when one divorces, one shouldn't remember the marriage as any better than it was but also not any worse than it was. It was what it was, good or bad but usually somewhere in between. We cannot rewrite history. We can only remember and hopefully honor the good times and forgive the bad ones. Farewell to the married Benjamin; we had good run! Hello to the single Benjamin; let's try not to screw up what's been given to us!