One of the fears I have is that, when Ahmed and I finalize everything, I won't feel as connected to his family anymore. Wait... do you mind if I talk directly to them? You can listen in if you want...
In order to divorce me Islamically, Ahmed has to declare that he divorces me. Signing the paperwork pales in comparison to actually hearing the words. That declaration is what we are both putting off. It's going to be hard. Hard for him to say... hard for me to hear. Recently, my friend Julie sat down with Ahmed to get his take on this inevitable and dreaded moment.
Anyone who has been following my story up to this point knows that the time has come to make my divorce official. I've been separated for a year. It's time. So what's the hold up? I'm asking myself the same thing. Welcome to my mind.
I'm standing on the board. Getting ready to jump. My heart is beating out of my chest... Where have I felt this fear and exhilaration before? Oh yeah — the day I chose to leave. Look at that. A metaphor seems to have found me.
I've been adrift in a sea of avoidance lately, but last week I cast a line towards the shores of reality and caught the staying power I've been looking for. Sometimes it just takes a little encouragement from an unfamiliar source.
