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If I didn't need a piece of paper to prove to the [retirement plan
managers] that I was married, why do I need one to prove that I'm
divorced?

Unpacking

Mar. 6th, 2002 09:49 pm
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While unpacking today I made the decision to give my wedding gown away to charity. I have been trying to clear my physical space in a continuing process of clearing my metaphysical space of the residue of disillusionment and anger that remains from my marriage. It was an oddly ambivalent feeling. In a way it was very easy to make this decision, yet in another it is wrenching. It's yet another acknowledgement of ending.
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I saved some of the more memorable bits that originated from my magnetic poetry kit on the fridge. Which has not been up since I moved into my apt. About time I put them back. They were a small force for creativity...random juxtapositions of words resulting in interesting thought-sparks. I had the basic set, and the Shakespeare set. (Thee, thou, codpiece, bawdy, loathe, that sort of words.)

I call them poetry shards, because they're mostly just snippets, and the play on words amuses me. Here are all the shards I saved. Damn, I'd forgotten how good some of these really are! (It's amusing, too, that I'm writing this in MSWord, and it doesn't seem to believe in Elizabethan English. According to the spillchucker, Begone should be Begonia. Knowst should be Knots.) It may be obvious that these were all written during the collapse of my marriage.

  1. And hastily seek poison
    Which hath a smell of temptation

  2. Away, lady! Question nightly
    Thy drunken daydreams

  3. Farewell, goblet, deceive drunkard no more!

  4. Farewell, measured grace! Begone seemliness!
    Aye, vouchsafe me whatsoever merry temptation
    Perchance may quench my fiery bosom

  5. Forswear melancholy vehemence

  6. Foul villain and bawdy wench alike
    Yield, cursing, to loathsome death

  7. Hasten therefore in ghostly grace
    Yielding every vow
    Lest love's wanton tale
    Strike some wicked death

  8. I beseech thee lover,
    Such mercy vouchsafe
    That light o'ermeasure

  9. I curse direst mischance
    Whatsoever cometh
    With yonder perilous question
    Foul loathsome dream

  10. Jest and slander warrant naught
    Make enemy of friend
    And almost never bring fortune

  11. Men speak torment in false lordship

  12. Wherefore envy night?

  13. Wherefore sanctify every wanton codpiece
    Lest fair fortune poison mortal lover?
    Knowst thou not that ghostly envy
    Must then torment thee with trifles
    For thy vulgar jesting?
    Forswear perilous death and tempt maiden never
    But bestow thy melancholy dream therefore
    Upon the discontented breast of an idle woman.

House!

Dec. 27th, 2001 08:42 pm
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I signed all the papers to finance the house in my own name, and Ray signed a quitclaim deed. It's all mine, now! He tried to throw a fit because the amount that is going to be disbursed from the loan is slightly less than 1/2 the equity in the house. I told him I did that so that I could save a little on the interest, and I would give him a check for the balance. He just kept fussing at me, until I wrote him said check. That shut him up.
After the paperwork was done, I went to see Lord of the Rings again, and as I had hoped, I was able to concentrate more on the movie for itself and less on the differences or correspondences with the novel. I went with my lovely Jen, for what was also her second viewing, and we held hands for the whole three hours. (All in chorus now, "Awwww!") My instant reaction to this viewing: "My what a lot of beautiful men!" complete with a wistful look.
Jen is so much fun to be around. We laugh and giggle over all kinds of things, and make up absurdly funny things for our characters to do that never actually happen in game. I do wish we had more time together, or that she would take me seriously when I suggest she move in with me. I don't quite know why but she evades the issue. On the way home I considered just asking for an effort toward one day a week.
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Been thinking about Kirk just now. It's been almost a year since I've seen him, and the previous time was over two years before that. We've been staying very weakly connected by playing backgammon and go at It's Your Turn, but even if we sent little messages with every move, which we don't, it's not at all the same kind of intense connection we used to have before everything fell apart in 1997-98. I miss that, and I miss him. I think i'm going to make a point to call him sometime during the yule season.


Kirk is the oldest friend I have; we met in college in 1989. The four of us, he and his girlfriend Lore, and I and my boyfriend Jim, were nearly inseparable. Oddly, and the four of us even remarked on it at times, the pairings seemed to be wrong-way-round. Kirk and I were much more compatible than Jim and I, and Jim and Lore were very compatible as well.
Kirk told me the following spring that he had been in love with me for several months, and that Lore had agreed that he and I could sleep together if I was willing. But I was still trying to hang on to the shreds of my relationship with Jim, so I turned him down. After that we still managed to maintain the friendship as close and cuddly as ever, perhaps even a bit more so, with regular flirting and teasing.
Come the next year, I moved to St. Louis to start a job. I returned to B'ton to visit him several times over the next year, and then I met and began dating Ray. Ray and I even went to B'ton once to vist Kirk together. I remember Kirk telling Ray pretty much exactly how he felt about me and Ray saying that it was ok as long as...what were his criteria? Probably words to the effect of "as long as nothing happens and I know it's one-sided".
Ray and I got married--Kirk was my "maid of honor"--and we moved to the UK. Kirk and I wrote lots of long letters back and forth, and sometime in there I realized that I loved him and always had. He met the wonderful Laura and decided to marry her. Ray and I flew home and I was "best man" at the wedding. I told Kirk during a long conversation alone something of what I'd come to realize, and we again agreed that it was not possible.
Then sometime after Ray and I moved home again, Kirk told me that he and Laura were opening their marriage. This floored me. I had never even considered such a thing to be possible, even if some of the situations with Lore and Jim came close. I started remembering all the novels I'd read, with things like group marriages, and did a 'net search on exactly that phrase, which led me to alt.polyamory.
In May 1997 I went to B'ton again, alone this time, and finally expressed my full feelings. And again we decided to put our feelings on hold until I could talk to Ray and gain his consent.
That talk is what started us on the road that ended up in divorce. Ray was incapable of accepting even the fact of my feelings, let alone any physical expression of them. He went to his priest that week and was told that "most men would have divorced her already"--for having feelings!
We tried, or at least I tried, to reach compromise, but it was not possible, even after four different periods of counseling with three different counselors. Ray was adamant on "Marriage is..." and would not admit even the tiniest corner of a compromise.
In the course of all that, while I was fighting to keep the marriage at all costs, the towering oak of my friendship with Kirk was cut down. The roots are still alive, I think, and there is a sapling there, but it is fragile and slender.
Ironically, Kirk and Laura have since re-closed their marriage, but I've decided that I am truly poly. I could list five or six people that I love "like that".
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Today would have been my ninth wedding anniversary, if it wasn't instead exactly four weeks since my divorce became final.

Ray is pouting about not getting any visitation "on Christmas". The custody agreement clearly states that we alternate years for Christmas and Thanksgiving, each of which comprise two days. He had Thanksgiving Thursday and Friday this year. Now he wants part of my Christmas too! "But I won't see her at all on Christmas..." he whines. "But if you already have plans..." Like it's such a great sacrifice he's making to just live up to the agreement he already signed.

I told him I wasn't willing to discuss it at the moment, especially since the discussion was already degenerating into an argument. But I had to promise that "sometime next year" we'd talk about it.

He kept doing reductio ad absurdam on me. "You mean if I needed 10 minutes extra one day you'd insist on 10 makeup minutes?" I told him that he wasn't asking about being 10 minutes late, he was asking me to take two hours out of my day to drive her somewhere so he can see her for 10 minutes, and then take her back. Which would severely disrupt her, too. She gets confused and unhappy when one of us comes to the other's place and she is there, but she doesn't get to go home with the visitor.

In car news, I test drove a Mazda Protege5 today, finally. Only two weeks after the accident! The test drive car was brightest yellow, which shockingly looked quite good on it, but I just can't see myself driving a yellow car for ten years. I think red or blue are a better bet.



And as you can see, I got the digital images from the accident scene. My car is the red one. The driver of the white car took the pic, and the third car that hit me is not visible. More pictures... )

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