On Thursday, he chose her. He said he wanted to get back in touch with her, just to see if something would come of it. He asked what my reaction would be, and I said I’d leave as soon as possible, because I won’t have her even tangentially in my life. He accepted that.

On Friday, we mentally divided our possessions and pets. It’s going to be awhile yet before I have a place to go, but the major things are decided. I broke down and cried so many times that morning.

Later in the day on Friday, I found my wedding dress in the farmhouse. It was beautiful. It was horrible. It was the dead carcass of a dream.

It brought up all the feelings I had back then, all the dreams and wishes that we tried to realize. How far we’d come and how far we thought we’d go together. But he chose her.

I threw away the wedding dress.


  1. Hey, it’s the full moon. You could do an amazing releasing ceremony where you write all of the things you want to let go of *on the dress* and then burn it.

    I love you!

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      Alas, the county is under a burn ban. Otherwise, that’s a fantastic idea!

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