Divorce Quotes - Page 5

Your relationship may be "Breaking Up," but you won't be "Breaking Down." If anything your correcting a mistake that was hurting four people, you and the person your with, not to mention the two people who you were destined to meet.

My husband and I have never considered divorce... murder sometimes, but never divorce.

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew.

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.

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

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

I am going insane. Yes. That is what´s happening. Good. Insane.

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

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 Rings still there but no longer valid.

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 learn, but some people are built for it. He was handcrafted to leave, had practiced on other women since adolescence. I was one of an unnumbered series.

I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man.

Morgan explained about his marriages. He had tried to sell his ex-older wife an encyclopedia years before and well, you guessed it. When she agreed to buy the books he married her on the spot. Right there in front of the M and N and the O and P, and all the rest of the applauding letters. Years later they got divorced. B and H. Boo hoo.

I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear.

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 about anything, except ways in which this may still be averted.

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

Like the muscles knew from the beginning that it would end with this, this inevitable falling apart... It's sad, but a relief as well to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence, leaving smooth surfaces instead of bloody shreds.

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 the usual tears and denial.

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

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

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