I was not going to blog about the meaning of today's date. But, I just ran into someone that I hadn't seen in a few years. He asked how I was doing. He didn't know about my divorce or the events leading to it. So, now that I'm thinking about it, I might as well write down a few of my thoughts. (I always enjoy going back to my posts and reading what I was doing in the past.)
Today would have been my 15th wedding anniversary. If the man I had married was still alive, we would have celebrated big time. On our 10th I was still recovering from knee replacement surgery so we only went out to dinner. We were hoping to travel on our 11th in 2011. But, by then, only a shadow of my husband remained.
He slipped away bit by bit. I understand. Who wouldn't change after such a horrible injury?
By our 12th anniversary he had already secretly proposed to another woman, given her a ring and money but remained married to me. The man I married 15 years ago would not have done such a treacherous thing.
I will always love the man I married fifteen years ago. That man is dead.
I never want to see the man I had to divorce in 2013 again.