June 9, 2010. 9 years ago today I got married. I’ve been unmarried for seven years now. I remember when I left I thought I was leaving happiness behind me. I couldn’t have been more wrong. I remember the first week of waking up in my own house and my own bed, and realizing each morning that nobody was going to yell at me that day. It was like a thousand-pound anvil had disappeared from my chest, an anvil I hadn’t even known was there. I’m glad I got married: I’m glad I loved and was loved, and I’m glad I left and found the life I wanted to live.
So I do celebrate my anniversary, because it’s worth remembering the mistakes we made, and it’s worth remembering what we learned from them, and it’s worth remembering the good things when there are good things to remember. And on this day my heart always goes out to people who are stuck, in any of the ways that people can get stuck. I hope you all get unstuck.
I will be celebrating, somewhat belatedly, by going with my girls to see ‘The A-Team.’ Because nothing represents growth like a good shoot-em-up summer movie, and a bag of popcorn, and friends.