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Good Riddance????
17 years ago
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So...
I was married to this guy (complete asshole). He did drugs and beat me and called me names and all kinds of stuff (for more, see my submissions entitled "It's About To Get Physical" and "Goodbye").
So today, as I was out and about at the Underground Mall in Atlanta, I ran into his sister. She tells me something that truly shocks me... My husband is dead.
Apparently he overdosed on cocaine after moving to New Orleans around Valentine's Day last year. He was only a month away from his 47th birthday.
The thing that shocked me, however, was not his death, or the fact that no one told me I am a widow until a year and some change after the fact. What shocked me was that the only thing I felt upon hearing this news was guilty. I felt guilty that I don't feel SOMETHING, and that twice as I was being told this news, I had to turn away so that she wouldn't see I was smiling.
Dont get me wrong, I am not happy he is dead, it was just the irony of the situation... my main purpose for venturing to the Underground, was to secure his word that he would sign the divorce papers.
I guess it is a tragedy... for someone. As for me, the only thing I keep thinking is "I am still the only person in my family that hasn't gotten a divorce."
"Let the world slide, let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low."
John Heywood
(Please pardon the terrible puns, I couldn't help myself.)
I was married to this guy (complete asshole). He did drugs and beat me and called me names and all kinds of stuff (for more, see my submissions entitled "It's About To Get Physical" and "Goodbye").
So today, as I was out and about at the Underground Mall in Atlanta, I ran into his sister. She tells me something that truly shocks me... My husband is dead.
Apparently he overdosed on cocaine after moving to New Orleans around Valentine's Day last year. He was only a month away from his 47th birthday.
The thing that shocked me, however, was not his death, or the fact that no one told me I am a widow until a year and some change after the fact. What shocked me was that the only thing I felt upon hearing this news was guilty. I felt guilty that I don't feel SOMETHING, and that twice as I was being told this news, I had to turn away so that she wouldn't see I was smiling.
Dont get me wrong, I am not happy he is dead, it was just the irony of the situation... my main purpose for venturing to the Underground, was to secure his word that he would sign the divorce papers.
I guess it is a tragedy... for someone. As for me, the only thing I keep thinking is "I am still the only person in my family that hasn't gotten a divorce."
"Let the world slide, let the world go; A fig for care, and a fig for woe! If I can't pay, why I can owe, And death makes equal the high and low."
John Heywood
(Please pardon the terrible puns, I couldn't help myself.)
I made that up on the spot.