The divorce was yesterday. We took a photo, thinking that there are always photos for weddings but not for divorces. We went out for a glass of wine after. Then he left to go see an acquaintance of ours who’s has a cancer; I bought flowers for him to take, but it would have been difficult for me to get home in rush hour if I went along with him, so I didn’t.
Then I went home and cried until my roommate came home. My other roommate (his wife), her mother has a brain tumor. We talked about survivor stories, not about my divorce, which is painful but not like brain surgery or cancer. So while I’m sad, I immediately had “perspective” thrown at me from all sides.
I texted my ex-husband the Bob Marley song Three Little Birds.
Rise up this mornin’,
Smiled with the risin’ sun,
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true,
Sayin’, (“This is my message to you-ou-ou:”)
Singin’: “Don’t worry ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right.”
Singin’: “Don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing,
‘Cause every little thing gonna be all right!”
He texted back that he was feeling sad and alone, and a bit hungover. I said I felt the same, but that I counted on remaining his friend, and that every little thing was going to be alright.