{"id":4410,"date":"2012-04-13T16:10:36","date_gmt":"2012-04-13T20:10:36","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/cynthomas.com\/photocardblog\/?p=4410"},"modified":"2012-04-13T16:10:36","modified_gmt":"2012-04-13T20:10:36","slug":"om-final-marriage","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/cynthomas.com\/journal\/om-final-marriage\/","title":{"rendered":"OM :: The Final Marriage"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nSo, I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell my sons that I was married before I married their dad. I got married to my college sweetheart and after six years, the simple phrase I give when people ask is that “we grew apart”.<\/p>\n

There is nothing simple about divorce. We were calm and cordial about it, but it wasn’t simple. There were no kids, but (you guessed it), it wasn’t simple.<\/p>\n

I’ve been trepidacious about telling the boys, wanting to make sure they understood that that marriage was different than this one. I wanted to reassure them that we love each other and will be together for as long as we’re able.<\/p>\n

The opportunity presented itself at dinner this week. The boys were talking about people being married and it was as if they were doing a segue for me to bring up the one in my past. I looked at my husband and he said, “It’s the right time.”<\/p>\n

So, I spilled the nuptial beans and expected shock and questions and maybe some tears.<\/p>\n

I got giggles from both and a “That’s weird.” from one. No questions, no worries, no concern. I really should have known better. Live and learn, forever and always.<\/p>\n

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\n\"om<\/a>OM is *one moment* and is a meetup designed to notice & relish a moment in everyday life. The meetup idea was created by Linda at her blog, a la mode stuff<\/a>.<\/p>\n

\nIf you’d like to participate in OM, just click the button and you’ll be taken to Linda’s post explaining it all.<\/p>\n

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