Call it catharsis, or finally accepting responsibility as we all must for our actions. When a marriage ends you don't stop to think about the consequences, only how awful you feel inside, and the anger that is in reality a hurt so deep it is beyond description. And so I share the final act of my stupidity that led me here today. It came about as I read an article on how people know when their marriage is over. Please bare with me. Thank you.
How about when you are in church with your family, and you look over, and see that she isn't wearing her wedding ring. You beg yourself afterwards to ask her, afraid of the answer, and she says "I haven't been wearing it for a while." Reality doesn't set in until you ask yourself: "Was this a hint, or a test to see how long it would take until I noticed it was truly over?" And what did I do next? I did the meanest thing I could think of to express my hurt feelings; I sold my wedding band. Today I think to myself, "How despicable of me to be so cruel, especially when I told her what I had done, and how crushed I knew she felt." Then I knew it wasn't a test at all, it was about noticing who she was, and caring enough to be the man she needed me to be, and who I wasn't.
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