25 years ago I married the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with.
15 years ago I realized that I didn’t want that life, and that I could do something about it.
10 years ago I had another partner. We lived together for years. We even got engaged.
5 years ago I had done something about that life, too. I was in a third serious relationship, but without any talk of forever. We somehow always knew that wasn’t going to be our story.
Today, 25 years to the day after I said “with this ring”, it’s just me. No partner. Not even the prospect of a partner.
It’s an interesting time, reflecting on what my life has become, having “done something about it” all those years ago. It’s an interesting day.
And the story continues.
Muttering Retreats 
Dear Heather,The price of love is always grief, but just as no love is the same, neither is grief felt the same way every time. These are the highlights and shadows of wh
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