When One Door Closes...

Someone told me that when you get divorced after a long marriage it's kind of the same feeling as a death, the sense of loss. I didn't believe her.

I do now.

It was a mutual decision. No dishes thrown, no yelling or name-calling. Just a meeting at my least-favorite restaurant (which is why I chose it). I thought we could have a separation, she thought a divorce, and I agreed. But I wasn't angry. Disappointed.

And I had this little piece of hope while the divorce was being processed that there was still hope we could get back together. When it finally came crashing down on me that it wasn't going to happen, that the divorce was really going through, I went crashing down. Hard.

But then I got back up. Slowly. And we settled out of court and the divorce went through. And a new chapter in the book of life begins.