Seven years ago last night…
I’m going to be honest. I don’t remember much. Bits and pieces, but I don’t remember my emotional state. I don’t recall having the jitters or what I talked about late into the night (or with whom). I don’t remember it being difficult for me to fall asleep.
But I remember just about every moment of the next day. All of the amazing ones and all of the stressful ones, too.
People still tell me it was the best wedding they’ve ever been to.
It’s so far away now. Seven years – If we’d broken a mirror that day the curse would be ending today.
But all we did was break a glass. One of the three concessions we gave my parents – the glass, the chuppah, and the blessing over wine.
There’s a part of me that will always love him. When people call him my “ex” I have to correct them. He didn’t walk away. We didn’t divorce.
I still refer to him as “my husband,” because that’s what he was. It amuses me. I once told a friend that there’s a part of me that will always be polyamorous because my love for him continues to exist, though he does not.
Some time ago I wrote something on an alt account. I can’t remember if I ever shared it here or not. I went back and looked at it tonight, and I think that…in honor of my seventh wedding anniversary tomorrow, and the 18 months since I’ve found love again, I’ll share it here now.
Passing the Torch
There was a version of him who worshipped the light in my eyes. Before the darkness overtook his soul, and maybe even still then. He’d stopped going to church, but he still prayed in his own way.
Now, he is a memory, an idea, a series of stories that have been carefully curated into an album one pulls out to show company.
And here is the time that….
And then there was the time that….
It’s hard, sometimes to pinpoint exact moments when I felt his love, but not at all to remember how it felt to be consumed by his love. Not the kind of love that is fleeting and temporary. The kind that is unhinged, unhampered, and undeniable.
There was love after him but it was careful and methodical and questioning. It was too afraid to fly, and instead it fell.
You are not afraid. You, with your quiet confidence. With your understated presence. You fill the room by not trying. You are just you. Without apology. Without need for apology.
You look upon me as though I were fine art. To be admired, and cherished, and even celebrated; but not worshipped. For you, I am not descended from the heavens but grown from the earth. There is the magic of fairy tales and the miracle of science.
And I do so love to do science with you.
I wonder, had this been a relay and not a reboot, if he’d been around to meet you, how he would have felt about this quirky situation of ours?
He worshipped the light in my eyes. I think, if he could, he’d take one look at me now that you’re in my life and drop to his knees before you with gratitude for bringing it back.
1 thought on “Seven: On the occasion of my wedding anniversary”
Sending you love and support today and always. Even though they are gone they haven’t lost our love for them. They weren’t perfect but neither are we. Each time my male friend in California says that he treats me better than my husband ever did I am like what planet are you from. We weren’t perfect but darn it we tried and we loved each other. Hugs my friend