In the throes of planning my
I saw a headline about the
150th anniversary of the start of the Civil War,
Which reminded me:
Seven years ago,
Destination wedding in London.
In a London pub,
Over the fact that I was getting married on the
Date the first shots were fired on Fort Sumter.
With three weeks to go before I marry Joe,
It irritates me that I would be writing about my
The implication being that I’m somehow
Not over it.
(Although when you have kids together,
You never talk about “being over it.”
You just figure out how to
Get along day-by-day.)
In planning this wedding,
Joe and I both say it occasionally:
“At my first wedding…”
At first I cringed when I said it,
Or smiled apologetically at Joe,
Who was smiling apologetically at me.
Then it just became a joke.
The apologetic smile turned into a smirk.
Bought once new and discarded,
Only to turn up as a
On the rack
By someone who
The little details:
The fine stitching,
The unusual buttons.
When you have kids together,
These exes will
Sometimes you wish they would
(Or in a moment of face-twisting anger and fear,
Interactions with my ex are
Calm and even
I can hope that April 12 someday signifies the
Start of the Civil War only,
Which it was long before
Me and my