I’m getting re-married in four days. My fiancé, Frank, picked up our marriage license and when I came home and opened up the envelope, what do I see glaring at me? My ex-husband’s name.
Yep. You can’t even escape your divorce when you’re trying to get remarried! It sucks. Seriously.
Even though I had to bring my divorce papers when we applied for our marriage license, I just figured it was to legally note that I was previously married. I didn’t expect it to be stated on my new marriage license. Really, why is it necessary?! To rub it in my fiancé’s face just one more time that he is not my first husband? To say, “Joelle, I hope you are taking marriage seriously this time around,” as if I didn’t in the first place? Well, guess what, annoying legal system? Frank may not have been my first husband but he is my last!
On another ex-husband note, I saw him today. Thank heavens he didn’t see me. We have not crossed paths in a very long time, but I always fear I’m going to run into him when I go to one town where he always hangs out. I was in that town today, ironically getting my wedding hair cut at the salon where he used to work, when I noticed his car pulling down the street on which I was driving. It’s easy to recognize his old beat up car, but yet I prayed it wasn’t him. It was. And as luck would have it OUR CARS WERE STOPPED AT THE LIGHT NEXT TO EACH OTHER!! I was seriously dying. Thankfully, I decided to wear contacts today and therefore had on sunglasses while driving. And I have a new car, so he really would not have recognized my vehicle.
I blame it all on the Monster Moon. It’s been causing me a ton of stress this last week before my wedding, from getting a swollen eye (yep, fun times right now!) to the salon messing up my appointment and not having me booked for color services. But I’m remaining calm and focusing on the big picture: walking down the aisle to my happily even after.