this morning #1905.

this morning, he rolled over in bed & finally inquired by making a sort-of joke with me: “it’s weird to me that you were married once before…does that make you a widow or a divorcee?” i paused. weird, eh? why’d he use that word? wondered why it mattered to him in this instant, what it would mean to him either way. i smirked. “the latter. divorcee.” it’s such a basic way to define me. behind that one word is a intricate world of joy & hurt. for that matter, the same would be true if i was a widow. does he really want to explore the topic right now? in the way that he scrunched up his face while he waited for the right response to materialize, i could tell that he was asking himself that very same question.