the day i grew balls

It was 5 years ago on my 30th birthday. I attended court alone for the dissolution of my 11 year marriage. Ya see, I was married to a man I adored. I thought he was the smartest, bravest, sweetest man alive. I believed he could do anything and everything perfect without even trying. Until one day when he told me he didn't love me enough to stay married. He didn't love me enough to have children with me. I didn't inspire him and he needed inspiration in his life. I was too needy and dependent on him for my own happiness. The thought of me didn't make him want to be the best he could be. blah, blah, blah.
Getting back to that day 5 years ago - I remember standing in the courtroom waiting for my name to be called and then it was all over. I walked outside, got in my car and drove to him. We had lunch together as though nothing ever happened, as though hurtful words had never been spoken as though he had done no wrong. Sitting across from him, looking into his familiar eyes, it finally sunk in, today I am free. Today I am an adult. Today I grew balls, the balls he never had.