Day 456–My (what would have been) Sixteenth Wedding Anniversary.
I remember what my ex-husband and I did for our first wedding anniversary. We took a road trip back to the coast and walked barefoot along the beach where he proposed.
I can still envision the youthful and enthusiastic heart with “1 Year!,” engraved in the sand.
Surely, that heart has been washed away by now — like the rest of our marriage.
We had sex on the beach that day. And I got sunburned so badly you couldn’t tell the difference between me and the bright-red lobster anniversary dinner we ate that night. I will forever have freckles on my shoulders from that intense sun exposure sixteen years ago.
Today, I mourn the haunting (and unforgettable) memories of my almost fifteen-year marriage. I am sad — heartbroken over its loss. Nonetheless, I know I’m healing, by the way, I acknowledge it with a sense of gratitude in my heart and embrace the serenity that comes with letting that memory fall into the sea.
Sometimes you have to make a decision that will hurt your heart but heal your soul.
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