Today is the anniversary of my first marriage.
Today is the anniversary of my first divorce. (And, Andrew…I’m not expecting to have a second!) Seriously, in Maryland, you apply, do the process, blah, blah, blah and the papers show up dated. They were dated April 24th.
Funny how the universe rounded this out for me.
A few things I can finally get off my chest. I didn’t want a wedding. Yet, we had one. I didn’t want to wear a wedding dress, and yet, I wore this monstrosity. Seriously, it had a bubble hem. I am not kidding.
I didn’t like the photographer from the first time I met him. Clearly, his talent and creativity wasn’t what got him business, either. Why did we hire him? I have no idea.
The going-away photo. Clever. What I do like about this picture is that I loved my outfit. And the shoes were a radical departure. Fun. Okay, fine – it’s totally dated! But this was the 80’s.
Notice how the ex-hub tried the funky shoe choice, too. Somehow, it didn’t work for me. It was kind of like marrying Pat Boone.
Oh, the memories.
This day was the best and happiest of all our married time together.
Sad, but true.