Divorce is a muddled muttered mantra of repeated regret.
Divorce is a long lonely road to nowhere, inevitably heading somewhere, albeit only god-knows-where.
Divorce is an explosion of such great magnitude that it must result in the complete and singular destruction of all-things, leaving behind charred scattered remnants and thoroughly annihilated particles.*
* These particles, it is hoped, will, if given enough time, one day coalesce into some new format, fused under duress into a thing radically regenerated and fundamentally evolved.
I conferred what feels as if it could be one of the last physical reminders (that and this apparently indelible and resistant-to-all-lasers ring-finger-tattoo on my left hand) of my now defunct 28-year marriage to the good folks at the bike shop this week.
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