The Day Has Come

It was only a matter of time before my poems would lead to this. Okay, the ex-husband. It has taken me a long time to not immediately wince at the thought of him. I of course say this as the woman scorned. I’m not going to lie or sugar coat it. It took me well over 5 years to reach a place where I didn’t want to cry or scream or do something crazy. That experience left me completely broken. Fortunately, I’m not quite so broken anymore. When someone is your first in virtually every way that counts and you marry them and it ends in divorce, well, that’s a special kind of heartache. We married young. I suppose we both knew that we shouldn’t have married at all. He said I was very, err, persuasive. Get your minds out of the gutter, he meant it in the bossy and overbearing way! I was invested. I couldn’t reconcile the thought of not being with the person whom I had chosen to share so much with. Even though I also saw the warning signs, I was hopeful. I was naive enough to believe that my love was enough for the both of us, you know, all the clichés that are attributed to the “weaker” sex. Yep, that was me. I loved him, I loved the idea of him. In that space and time Braxton was everything to me. But that’s the thing about life, everything changes and we are forced to move on.

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