I can’t understand why dark northern soldiers and light ones are seperated into different brigades. The dead are all buried together in hasty mass graves, bones touching.

I sensed he may have occasionally strayed in some of his past relationships. It was something I felt but ignored, a rent in the fabric of an otherwise splendid garment I thought I could mend....

Such silence has an actual sound, the sound of disappearance.

It had all seemed as inevitable as sunset. Instead it was the beauty of the sun glinting upon the scythe.

I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and have a child with such a person. I am not ready to think...

We only understand the true love of our lives when we bound ourself within the boundries of right and wrong.

They ought to do away with divorce settlements. Instead, both parties should flip a coin. The winner gets to stay where he or she is and keep everything. The loser goes to Paraguay. That´s it.

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

This is much worse than losing a cat. You do not wish the cat dead, for example, after the first two days. You still love the cat and presumably the cat still loves you, or...

It´s a little song about abandonment, and it goes something like this….

Separation isn’t time or distanceit’s the bridge between usfiner than silk thread sharper than swords

Irrationally, I think, Will You Marry Me? Four words. I Want a Divorce. Four words. I would like time to count the letters as well, but there is not time.

A heart can stop beating for a while, one can still live.

Time doesn’t take away from friendship, nor does separation.

They tell me H. is happy now, they tell me she is at peace. What makes them so sure of this? I don’t mean that I fear the worst of all. Nearly her last words...

I should have known then it wasn´t nothing, as he called it. But I was eight months pregnant. No sense closing the barn door now, or so I thought. I swallowed the nothing, straightaway after...

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, asthe mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

This people know where their husbands are. I would like to vomit. I would like to vomit my soul out.

I know one thing about men,” Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. “They never die when you want them to.

I vow that i will never forget this once in a life time love and to know it to be the deepest part of our soul and no matter how far the wave carry us...

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the time for him to leave was approaching:”Oh!”, said the fox. “I am going to cry.””It’s your own fault,” said the little prince. “I never wished...

I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.

According to Melanie Klein, we develop moral responses in reaction to questions of survivability. My wager is that Klein is right about that, even as she thwarts her own insight by insisting that it is...

Flannel shirts should be outlawed for ex husbands; I realize this now. Flannel shirts are to women what crotchless panties are to men.

He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.

Friendship is just a made up word that we think means: I know you and trust you more than the average person I know. It really means: somewhere in the creation of our destinies we...

How does the moon feel as it sees the ocean lap at your shores? The eternal pain of knowing you are there but forever out of reach…

The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.

Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with heart and soul there is no such thing as separation.

This is much easier than when N left. Our son is unable to grasp and simultaneously turn doorknobs yet. If only this trick could be unlearned by men over thirty, many more families would celebrate...

Already things are changing; it´s starting with small shit but oh it´s starting, the change, the irrevocable, impossible change.

If you spend your time hoping someone will suffer the consequences for what they did to your heart, then you’re allowing them to hurt you a second time in your mind.

Will you destroy something in order to make it beautiful?Will you avoid something in order to fall in love with it?Will you sacrifice something just so that you get it?Will you maintain distance from someone...

Daily I walk around my small, picturesque town with a thought bubble over my head: Person Going Through A Divorce. When I look at other people, I automatically form thought bubbles over their heads. Happy...

Once that ship has sailed don’t hold on to the anchor

The abandonment came, and now this shabby bacchanal.

Bushwhacked, I examine my hands. Same hands. Rings still there but no longer valid.

When you choose to forgive the same people over and over again you do so because you don’t want to believe your time loving them was wasted. Bad relationships over time can become investments, that...

Some people will only love you as much as they can use you, their loyalty ends where the benefits cease.

My mind floats like ash. I blame myself most cruelly.

Delusion detests focus and romance provides the veil.

The real genesis is forbidden to me, vis-à-vis N´s inability to confess even the mildest transgressions.

I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: “Oh My God Oh My God.

God didn’t design your life so you would constantly fall down, but he does hope that you will be brought to your knees.

She dated me for 3/4 yrs and liked me so much that she married me and disliked me so much that she divorced me after 4 yrs.

I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.

Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt before; and now here it comes with conviction, almost panic. I mentally bless...

Conversely, I though humiliation would be everything, but it´s such a nothing.

It´s like watching someone do a triple backflip dismount and land on two feet, solid, arms splayed in the air. I know I could never do it, don´t even know where I would begin to...

Marriage creates one world for your child. For that alone, two old friends can try to see a peaceful world through the eyes of their angels.