Hello, New World.

Today I stumbled upon my wedding dress in the dark recesses of my closet.

I was at my old home, purging and packing, preparing for my upcoming move. To be honest, I had forgotten my dress was in there. I had forgotten how I felt when I wore it. I had forgotten how he looked at me. Six years of marriage and a lifetime ago.

I didn’t cry when I saw it. But I felt the loss acutely. This is real. My marriage is over. My new life is ahead.