I am now divorced for a second time. I have nothing bad to say about either woman with whom I shared a few fleeting years of my life. They were not "bad" people; nor do I think less of myself for having not sustained the marriages. I someday will find myself on the cusp of another marriage and I would not hesitate to send my prospective partner to talk to my exes.
Now I am in a ditch; divorced again. I have acquaintances, some few friends and family, but I am alone in a very real way; no daily companion with whom to dine, walk, and laugh, no warm body to share my bed, no woman to sit unfailingly by my side were I to take sick. My divorce, however much it is for the best, is still a tragedy.
Yet, even in a ditch, I have only to look up to see the stars, the moon, the blessed rain, and the wide, wild world. The world holds a great deal of love, life, laughter, and beauty. Someday, someone will sit with me under a blanket on the couch, our hands intertwined, as we each read to ourselves. Someone will wonder - she will know, that I am thinking of her every day and it will be the most important thing in the world to her; and perhaps, she will think of me, and it will be the most important thing in the world to me.
I love. I have loved. I will love. My heart is broken but beating strong. It bursts with a lifetime of love to give. I will give it.