Lived Through This
Second Marriage Lessons From My First Divorce
Learn how I messed up so you don’t have to
Marriage is always a challenge. It never ceases to amaze me how difficult it is to get right, yet how willing people are to jump out of one and into the other like they’re on a club crawl in Ibiza. There were 13 years between my first and second marriages and while it might seem like an excessive amount of processing time, I assure you that it was commensurate with the amount of my personal contribution to the cranium-searing disaster. I needed every minute of the layover between the two. My second marriage needed as clean a slate as possible and I had to be sure I wouldn’t mistakenly wipe back to front under pressure.
Don’t get me wrong, I know I don’t need to take all the blame. My ex-husband — let’s call him George — was an equal partner in the mess. It’s just that I was terrific at upping the ante on the calamity factor like I was constantly playing a game of asshole poker. I can not speak for George, though, only myself. So, in honor of my third anniversary with husband number two, I thought I would share a little bit of wisdom by pointing out the various and sundry ways I screwed up. They are all terrifically embarrassing, but I won’t let that stop me.
