Separation and Divorce Poems 🩶 Week 13
By Shiny ✨
Dear Readers,
Last year, I signed a Marital Separation Agreement (MSA) a week before Valentine’s Day. The divorce was legally granted in the weeks between our tenth wedding anniversary and my birthday.
What I’ve learned is that grief — that loss — shows no mercy.
But people do.
The people who love me have carried me through this time. Strangers showed me small kindnesses. These are things I’ll never forget.
Happy week of love. And here’s to all kinds of it. ♥️
Love,
Shiny ✨
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M February 3 S A We’re coming to a milestone on this long and traumatic journey, which I recognize was your choice, but then I also had to choose it. You can’t be in a marriage anymore once the other person doesn’t want to be. I know you tried. I know you tried so hard to love me, to stay, to do the right things, to be a good husband, and despite everything, you were. I tried so hard to be a good wife, to give you all the things you didn’t get. I loved you so much. I still do. You didn’t need me to take care of you, you needed me to see you, hear you, be with you. But taking care of things was the only way I knew how to love. I’m sorry. I’m sorry! It doesn’t matter anymore It doesn’t matter anymore It doesn’t matter anymore now it’s time to sign our names on the line. DIVORCE. The marriage is irretrievably broken. Cannot be made right. Impossible to regain or recover. Gone for good. I have already signed (my childhood friend as my witness), I sobbed into her arms, she cried too. Life is unfair, I said. But like you, she already knows that. I know I have to accept this. In many ways I have. But I never thought I’d really be parted from you. I just keep thinking how I wanted to get to the end of all of this, and now I see it’s just another gate to more pain, more letting go, more acceptance, more sorrow, more grief, another loss, our entire life together distilled to twelve pages hidden behind legalese. “HUSBAND” and “WIFE” it calls us. Yes. that is who we were husband and wife remember?
