You know what’s really shitty? Jason and I were so excited about getting married at the age of 20 because it meant that we could be one of those old couples that have a crazy huge anniversary. Can you imagine being able to tell people you’ve been married for 50 or 60 years? What a rush.
And you know what’s even worse? When I see these posts on Facebook:
Because it implies that Jason and I took our marriage lightly and just haphazardly trashed it alongside our string cheese wrappers and Q-Tips.
I get that a lot of people are lazy, and when things go wrong they find walking away a lot easier than going to counseling, doing awkward relationship assignments, dealing with daddy issues/mama drama, forgiving, healing, loving. That shit is hard, and it hurts. But honestly? I don’t know many (any, actually) divorced people that have been lazy about love. The only lazy lovers are the judgmental ones.
I’m sitting here, two vanilla vodka and cokes later and I have no idea how to conclude this post. The cat is licking herself on the chair next to me. Andrew’s in his underwear trying to print off a title search for work, and Callum just squeezed out a beet-infused applesauce all over the ottoman.
I don’t really know my point, but I know the bottom line: love always wins. And? Love doesn’t always feel good. Sometimes it smarts in all the wrong places. But it always wins.
Jason and Andrew and I all went to Jake’s parent teacher meetings tonight, together. And that shows me that the people I chose when I was in my twenties and in my thirties, are loving people. And for that, for them, I will always be thankful.
Have you ever tried vanilla vodka?
My sister Tracey introduced me to it about a year ago and I just bought my first bottle of it a few weeks ago. YUM.
Do you feel like people who get divorced are weak? Or sub-par? Or do you have empathy for them? Give it to me straight because you KNOW I can handle it.