On Tuesday, I am due at the sols to sign the very simple form that will legally end my marriage - nothing more than ticking a few boxes and writing my name and address, then signing it. Such a simple end to a long and emotional journey. One I have waited a year for.

 I had thought that I could sail through this last bit, it would be pain-free. How foolish and stupid of me.  I dont want him back (god, no!), but I do regret that the marriage ended the way it did. I know that I had run out of things to try to stop him drinking, that he never really loved me and that we should never have married

I am alive - because I have been bought back to life. No more the the empty shell, the woman who couldnt look others in the eye, the one who fell to pieces at the slightest thing. I am alive.

 I can breathe deeply, fly freely, think without fear, act with conviction and love without reservation.  I hold my head high, knowing that I am a good woman, a devoted mother, a loyal friend and a loving, respecting very best friend.

To be finally free from the emotional shackles that my marriage trapped me in is liberating - to realise that my life, our life, is a celebration of all that is good,

Husband Store

A store that sells new husbands has opened in New York City , where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates:




You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. The shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building!




So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door