Done
So my marriage is truly over...and now I just need to accept. No hope of reconciliation, no working on it.
I will forever hate myself for all the little things I've done that have led me to regret. Regret of wanting to be married. Regret of thinking that marriage meant working on it. That divorce is a fickle and hard thing. Though at least I've kept the promise to myself that to only regret doing things instead of regretting not doing something. Or maybe that's a stupid mantra to live by.
It's ironic in the Alanis Morrisette definition that the previous LJ entry I had was about my second date to my now ex-husband.