I Burned My Wedding Dress—and Vowed to Never Marry Again
21.02.2024 - 21:35
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I moved out two months later, taking that flawed wedding dress with me.
I had no more dreams for my future: just my writing, my ambition, and the hope that my kids and I would find a way to be happy.I spent 12 years fighting for an equal partnership, when what I needed was a divorce.
By I expected life as a single mother to be hard, although I figured I was used to making my life work without many resources.
I had been poor before.
But I had never been free.What I hadn’t expected was that my life as a single mother was easier than it had been when I was married.
With court-mandated 50-50 custody, I had more time to write and more time to work.
I started making more money.
I was able to do things I’d never been able to do before: a set at open-mic night at a local comedy club; drive to Minneapolis to see my friends.
I had less housework, and I didn’t have to worry about having a fight if I made vegetarian food for dinner, or just didn’t cook dinner at all, or if I swore, or if I wanted to stay out late at a book reading (yes, all real fights we had).
I had more friends because I could be a better friend.
I could host spontaneous dinners or go out to lunch without having to explain to my husband why people were coming over or why I’d spent the money on a midday glass of wine.
I got a new job and was able to buy a house.But, as I built a new life, the dress hung there in my closet, a reminder of all my failed dreams.
I needed to do something with it; my friend Serena was the one who first suggested burning it.
And so we did.Once again, the ceremony was smaller than I thought.
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