Last week we filed for the divorce.
I was going to write a little poem to tell you, nothing cutesy or too full of syntax, but a spruced up announcement, at the least. I've discovered the sprucing up isn't possible, though, when I so wanted it to be.
Because it is what it is. So many have been saying that phrase to me of late. It is what it is. What does that mean?
It means it's real. My divorce. And his divorce. No turning back.
I know a lot of people don't understand the decision, which was mine. There are so many to whom it came as surprise. Family, I know you're out there, still wondering. But I can't help that. It's true, no one knows the truth of a relationship but for the two in it. It may not be for you to understand. It is not my place here and now to enlighten you. And besides, I can't lose myself to trying to make people understand. I'm sorry.
And I'm going to say it again.
It is what it is.
It is what will be.