I’m Telling You For The Last Time

Marriage creates complex connections across relationships and families. Marriage creates complex connections across relationships and families. Those connections do not cease to exist just because two people go their own way. I wrote this essay roughly ten years ago as mostly catharsis if not tribute to the best things about relationships and marriage, with love and respect for a person I cherished and admired. I can’t say I actually know this person anymore, which I do not mean in a harsh sense, only that we are no longer in each other’s lives.  As the twentieth anniversary of the close this life chapter’s arrives, I’ll hold to these conclusions: our memories belong to us. I’ve chosen to cling to the positives; to learn and grow from both. We are, each one of us, entitled to our own story. She has hers, this is mine. This is my memory and my choice to believe in her and in us. I choose to believe what we had and who we were was true. If that makes me a fool, well, I’ve been called worse.

Twenty years is a long time. Ten years of writing about it is surely enough. After this summer’s posting, I’ll consign this message to the archive because I’m confident there are lessons to be learned, comfort to be taken and hope to be gleaned from each of us sharing our experiences.

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