After 15 years, my marriage is over. Not with any major fanfare or daytime soap drama, but quietly, like closing a book or putting out a candle. The decision was not entirely mutual, but it soon became that way. Mistakes were made on both sides. There was anger, sadness, bargaining, yelling and finally acceptance.
I cannot say the time was wasted. I got to be with my best friend for a while, share some amazing experiences and our union produced three of the most amazing, smart, beautiful and creative little human beings. All things must eventually end. Better not to try and hold on to that which is no longer yours. In the end, it is simply better to choose love rather than hate.
For the common man and the troubles we face