Some must-read marriage advice from a divorcee.
By Sophie Rosen for DivorcedMoms.com.
I stepped onto the dance floor and closed my eyes. It was my wedding day. Around me I heard the band playing. Voices laughing. The clinking of champagne glasses and silverware as our family and friends indulged on the menu we lovingly chose for them. I could feel the delicate lace on my wedding gown as my slender fingers gently traced the intricate pattern that flowed with carefree abandon across my front. Eagerly I waited for my groom to take my hand, joining me in our first dance as husband and wife.
I stood there for a moment, listening. The minutes passed but the footsteps never came. Neither did the warm embrace. Nor the hand to quiet the trembling of my own. Slowly the noise faded. The crowd disappeared. Until the once vibrant ballroom was again silent.
My eyes opened. I was alone, the room mine for only my mind to fill. The soft touch of my gown replaced by the severity of my black cocktail dress, the one I wore to a party being held in another room of the same hall as was my wedding years earlier. Gone were my white satin shoes, in their place fire engine red heels. Vanished the innocent young bride, and in her stead a contemplative divorced woman.
Eighteen years stood between us, yet we were one and the same, that girl and I. The error of my ways weighed heavily on me that evening. I had placed so much faith in that single day, my wedding day. It was to symbolise the perfect beginning to a perfect life. Of course, things don't always go as planned. So when my husband of only two hours opened the door of my bridal room to find me ill, the first of many marital disappointments to come was marked.
Though today I miss so much about being married, from comfortable nights spent on the couch watching TV with my husband to early morning ramblings in our master bathroom while we both dressed for the day, there are aspects of married life I do not. Looking back, I believe many of the common trappings which once made me feel so complacent are actually some of the same creature comforts that led to my marriage's hasty end. Here are the five things I miss most about marriage but never want again.