In the next month, plus or minus a few days, I will no longer married. (Once again, I fall into a statistic...no sorry's please, it is what it is and we're all OK)
I don't like to say divorced.
We're getting a dissolution.
I hate the word EX.
Ex-what? Why not former, past, no longer present?
But with all this paperwork comes my name. Or maybe my former or semi-present.
I should jump back 13 years and let you know, I hypenated. It was something I felt I wanted, needed to do. When I was 24, I wasn't ready to let go of me or what I thought represented me. Now, at 37, I see my name completely different. I've been transformed into this hypenated woman, full of life and 3 beautiful daughters...and proud to be connected to them--with their name. The funny thing about them and my name is though, they've always called me by my maiden name (for whatever reason kids would call their mom their entire name:)??) So, it makes me realize it won't matter to them whether I am still hypenated, because to them--I never was.
I have alittle time to decide what I will call myself.
I'm thinking just a first name is the way to go---Madonna, Cher, Prince...now if I could only sing.
"Happiness is only real when shared".....from Into the Wild
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