When I got married, I promised to love my husband for forever and he promised the same. Nothing was supposed to change. He and I were supposed to ride off into the sunset or perhaps, suburbia, for happiness eternal. Sure, I knew there would be bumps along the way but my love and his love was a guarantee.
That is, until we started divorce proceedings.
The two years that this choice was in the making (deciding whether to stay together or separate; all the marriage counseling rounds and separations), I felt very far from my marital vows. I felt he was very far from his marital vows. Most days, I felt I was invisible to him and had a hard time remembering what it felt like when we were lying on the beach on our honeymoon, blissfully happy.
We didn’t last forever.
Sorry, not sorry,