Monday, April 20, 2009

Chapter 2

Dear Diary:

I just spawned your younger brother. You may want to check him out. You can find him at The Diary of a Divorced Guy.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

And All Good Things Must Come To An End

Dear Diary:

Hello my friend. You and I both knew long ago that this day would come. We both knew that in order for me to begin a new chapter in my life, I must completely close this one. I do not know why it has taken me so long to come to this point. Maybe I felt if I ended this chapter prematurely, I would lose the opportunity to say the things that I needed to say. But truth be told, I have said all I can say and all I needed to say about my divorce, and my experience with it. And now I must move forward.

However, although this chapter will end, this does not mean that my story will end. I will move forward, my life will go on, and I will live a happy and fulfilled life. Whether that life is with someone or on my own, I can walk away from this experience holding my head up high, confident in who I am, and happy with the man that I am, and that is what is most important.

You know, looking back on my life at this point, something has occurred to me. Maybe I should have followed one of my dreams and became a writer. Since I was 16, it has been about the one thing that I have always gotten compliments on, whether it be at school, or at work. Now, I am not to say that I am any good, but some people thought I was decent, even though I have a tendency to get sidetracked (no shit right?).

Maybe I could even get you, Diary, published. Wouldn't that be something? I mean, besides probably being the world's most brazen attempt to tell off an ex-wife in the history of mankind and mass media, I could look back and say, "That's me, and that is my creation."

Or at least that was me for a time period. I wish no ill will towards X2B, or my ex-wife, however you wish to refer to her. I do not necessarily wish her to live a happy life, but I do not wish her a sad existence either. The only thing I do wish is that wherever she lands, she lands far, far away from me, both in mind, and in body. Maybe one day I will bump into her somewhere, maybe not. It really does not matter at this point. That chapter of my life is closed, and closed forever.

So now as I look to the future with open arms and an open mind, I am excited about what lies in store for me. I am looking forward to the challenges and obstacles that I will confront, and I am looking forward to the relationships I will cultivate, and maybe even one day, getting married again.

My life is not perfect and it never has been and it never will be. But Diary, as I have grown as an individual throughout this ordeal (and I still wouldn't wish it on the devil himself), I can look back and know that while I took my hits, I can, at the end of the day, walk away a survivor.

And that is quite alright with me.

So, I ask you, that should you see me walking down the street, say hello. Should you run into me, smile. Laugh when I do something stupid, or say something offbeat that gives you pause. Get to know me for who I am, as a man, and as a person. I could be your son. I could be your father. I could be your friend. I could be your brother. I could be your boss. I could be your colleague. I could be your confidant.

I could be you.


An Ex-Husband