An Invitation to My Divorce

Alison L.



When I was a child, I wanted to be many things. An artist, a veterinarian, a federal agent.

When I was a child, there was only one thing I promised myself I’d never be — divorced.

And yet here I am, on the eve of my divorce, wondering why is this happening to me.

I can sulk, cry, weep, sojourn through the memories.

It’s still going to happen.

I can rehash the negative times, the strife, the sharp words.

It’s still going to happen.

I can lay face down in my bed, as I often do.

For moments without a thought, just a simple restorative pose.

But I’ll still wear the mark. Such an ugly word. It sounds so aggressive on the tongue.

Truly, it sounds just as it means. To sever wholly from someone once inseparable.

Welcome to my divorce. Population: 2.