Raindrops keep falling on my head...

I'm writing tonight for two equally important and pressing reasons: 1) I need to get that school pic off the front page and 2)I need to get a few tough things off my back. My aching, need to go to pilates this week, back.

Something that most people don't know: getting divorced is a big process, not one single kaboom event. So far I've met with an attorney and hashed out the terms of the agreement with Brian. That took 5 weeks. He signed his part and Thursday I signed some of my part. Now the attorney has to ______ (who knows what these guys actually do, and maybe I should find out since it's costing me an arm and a few toes) and I sign some more on Monday. Then we have to attend a mandatory, $55 parenting class--we can attend separately--and wait for the judge to sign the decree. Then it gets mailed to us at some undetermined point and we are officially divorced. There's no really big moment. It's all very anticlimactic and nearly unbearable.

"Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance."-Jane Austen, from Pride and Prejudice

I'm bringing this up because a few people have asked if I wish I didn't marry Brian. I'm assuming most of you want to know. The answer is: Don't be silly. If I could go back in time, I wouldn't change my decisions. I'm know that getting married to Brian was the right choice. Nothing has turned out the way I thought it would, but that doesn't mean that the decision itself was wrong. There are very few major decisions I've made that I regret and this is definitely not one of them. I am in complete shock at how it's turned out. However, because I know it was the right decision, I know that we will be okay. I know there is a happy ending for us. In case this last paragraph was confusing, here it is in my own classic conciseness: Marrying Brian was the right choice. It fell apart. Now we are rebuilding.

Maybe that Jane Austen quote is a little bitter...

Time for some brownies. Ghiradelli Double Chocolate Brownies.

Comments

Andrew Walker said…
We have a friend who teaches those parenting classes in Logan. Actually you know him I think. Brian Ramboz.

In the absence of defined rituals you get to make up your own. I'm thinking yours should involve the words "cruise" and "ship."
September 26, 2010 at 7:57 PM
Unknown said…
The parenting class was long, but necessary for some people. You'll have to call me after you take it. I just want to say Amen to your post. It's a hard thing, but it's going to be okay. Plus you now have a beautiful 8x10 of yourself to give away. :) You're girls will love it.
September 27, 2010 at 8:22 AM
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