Now, let me begin by letting you know that I have been married to the same man for over 30 happy years – and have ZERO intention of changing that any time soon!
But this launch into retirement has certainly felt like what I could imagine a divorce might feel like. This COVID hell of prolonged captivity and an angry, angry world was not the best time to “serve papers”. I was mad and they were mad. The day finally arrived when I needed to move out of my house (my office) and COVID was rather insisting that it happen all at once with no one to help me.
I sat there for hours in that office having this most battle with my career over every single book and paperclip. Was this mine? Was this yours? Should I leave you the big dictionary and take the two small ones or would it be more fair to switch that up? The time together in my office went without speaking. Tears and resentment seemed to be on every shelf. Do I leave this office squeaky clean or do I just leave the dust for you to tend to another time? I tossed the keys to you and closed the door for the last time – and was soon to have an unbearable backache for our first night apart – – not as I had imagined.