I'm currently settling into life as a single person with a new home in a new city. I am also looking to make some new friends. Thanks to the internet, it's now fairly easy to connect with people who have similar interests and also live nearby.
After doing a bit of research, I joined a few walking, writing and social groups that, hopefully, will encourage me to get out of the house and away from my computer screen.
Recently, I went to one group that was hosting a social mixer of about 40 men and women. There was wine and good food. People were friendly and we all had one thing in common: We were ending or had ended a marriage. Since I've been divorced about three years, I was sure I'd fit right in.
As I moved around the room to chat, everyone's first question was "Are you separated or divorced?"
After a few minutes, I grasped that divorce was not just a topic for conversation at the mixer. It was the only topic. Everyone had a fresh divorce story, and they felt the burning need to share it. They talked about their former partners – sometimes with laughter, but more often with anger, bitterness and tears. Always, their stories were tinged with sadness.
Less than halfway into the event, I realized this social group was more like divorce therapy. Not a good match for me at this point.
You see, while I am divorced woman, I am not in the midst of a divorce and that makes a big difference. That terrible chapter of my life is thankfully behind me.
It's not that I never think about being divorced. It comes up frequently in conversation or when I check off that little square box on medical forms. I'm reminded of my marital status when I look at certain family pictures or make plans for holidays. However, divorce no longer consumes my life. My 21-year marriage will always be a part of me, but it no longer defines me.