The first one cracked me up:
The second made me feel much better about my attempts to keep my marriage happy, even if it did drive home how oblivious I was that the whole thing was falling down around my ears:
June 28th, while picking up supplies for a party, I also picked up some carnations for my now ex-wife.
July 3rd we had the discussion that probed our collective misery and effectively ended our marriage.
Five days.
Now, while I don't for one minute believe that flowers were all that were required to keep the marriage alive, at least I can take some small solace in my efforts at thoughtful gestures.
Maybe some things were just never meant to be, no matter how hard a person works at them.
About a week ago, a co-worker who has been monitoring my varying attitudes of the past year phrased it best:
"Thank God for second chances, huh?"
Damn straight.
Oh, and I'm pretty confident those weren't MY lucky numbers.
2 comments:
I love this post. Now, post everyday and you have yourself a blog. Seriously, show this bitch some respect.
"Maybe some things were just never meant to be, no matter how hard a person works at them." Love it.
Or the metaphor I use in regards to my first marriage: "It's like trying to polish a turd.
Love ya--Zak
I'm thinking maybe it was the fact that you went with carnations. Don't get me wrong: the gesture is sweet regardless of the type of flower, but carnations are really the marigolds of cut flowers. Please bring your next wife home some daisies-stick them in red food coloring and watch them turn pink together.
And BTW- I am going to plug your blog on my blog so you best get writing.
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