Pap Smear and Divorce….Why Not??? :-)

**I originally posted this on October 3, 2011. This is so funny to me now. I had to share.

Written: June 14, 2011

Pap Smear

June 14, 2011…..will forever be remembered as the day I had a pap smear and a divorce. Why not? 🙂 Either the world or myself, has a very warped sense of humor. I just haven’t quite figured out which one it is yet.

5:00 am:

I wake up next to my mother in a travel trailer that is parked in front of my grandparents house, 3 days after my 25th birthday, which was spent working 14 hours straight packing up my life into boxes and moving out of the house I had come to call home. I have to be in Stephenville, Texas by 9:00 am for my divorce. Reality check! AT LEAST THERE WAS COFFEE!!!<!–more Keep On Reading!–>

8:00 am:

Mom and I are running late, never thought I would be rushing to get to my divorce on time and yet I arrived TOO early at the wedding. The cruel irony of it all.

9:00 am:

Hurry up and wait. I am sitting in a room full of other people waiting on their marriages to be over. I am grateful that I have my mom with me. However, I also have my soon to be ex sitting next to me. Awkward? I think so! I can’t even describe the way I felt sitting in that room. There had to be at least 15 divorce cases, just that day. How depressing is that? I felt like a total failure. I wanted to stand up on my chair and yell at the top of my lungs, “I am not like you! I’m different!” Then I just felt even worse for thinking that. Who am I to judge? I don’ t know their situations anymore than they know mine. (However, personal note…..our court system when it comes to divorce sucks! I might not have known their situations when I walked in this morning, but seeing as how they left our case for last then I now can tell you all the gory details of each of their marriages. Some daddies not daddies…..’nuf said! 🙂 )

11:27 am:

Case #………Shipman vs. Shipman. Yep, that’s us. How did it come to this? Two people who were suppose to last forever are now pitted against each other. Shipman vs. Shipman. Really why add the versus in there? I mean, honestly, versus implies there is a winner in the end. Who are we kidding? No one really wins in this situation. Another ironic twist, we both had to say “I do” again. This time it was an ending, not a beginning. Seriously?!? I do. Why not, “I don’t,” or “Not anymore,” or “I changed my mind.”  Don’t those make more sense? What do I say to the man that was my everything for almost 8 years? What do I say to the man that was suppose to be the father of my children? What do I say to the man that was suppose to watch me turn old and gray? We were going to sit in rocking chairs on our front porch and watch our grand-kids and great grand-kids grow up. We had plans. All my future plans revolved around him and us! What now? Same plans, just minus a main character? Start all over at 25? He was my best friend. I had so many things that I needed to discuss and the one person that I wanted to call and vent too was gone and was the main topic of my sadness and frustration. We walked out of that courtroom together, but yet so far apart.

12:00 pm:

Mom and I pull out of the parking lot. We already had our background music picked out prior to today. My mom told me that we needed a song that was upbeat and optimistic when we pulled out of the parking lot. So I press play and KID ROCK comes blaring from my speakers! Gotta love him! Mom and I head to lunch which felt weird because apart of me felt bad because we didn’t invite him to come along. Would that ever go away?

1:15 pm:

Sitting at a doctors office, waiting for the exciting yearly exam to begin.

1:35 pm:

Sitting in an exam room, wearing the lovely 2011 edition of paper gowns. No need to expand on this part of the day.

2:20 pm:

Mom and I head to my old “home” to discuss a few last minute things with my now ex-husband. I have to say goodbye to my beautiful Bear. This was something I had been pushing to the back of my mind. Bear was my dog, but he got her in the divorce and I got to keep Bella. I can’ t go into this right now. This goodbye was difficult for me.

3:45 pm:

I’m mentally, physically, and emotionally exhausted. I’m not 25. I can’t be 25! I’m too tired and I’m having trouble grasping the fact that I am going to have to start over again. Why haven’t I cried about my marriage falling apart? Will it ever hit me? I fill sad, but I haven’t cried.

5:30 pm:

Mom and I are back at Granny and Pappy’s trailer. They have dinner ready, but I can’t eat. I slap on a pretty smile. Tell them everything went fine and I’m glad it’s over, but all I want is to go to bed.

6:15 pm:

I’m in my pj’s, drinking a margarita with my mom, and she is playing with my hair while I lay in her lap. I feel 5 again and for a short period of time this is all I need.

9:00 pm:

I fight to turn my brain off, but I can’t seem to quiet the thoughts. Finally I doze…….

June 15, 2011, 9:45 am:

NOW WHAT???

8 thoughts on “Pap Smear and Divorce….Why Not??? :-)

  1. I am so glad that you can laugh about this now! I got divorced on Halloween…a perfect appropriate date for a divorce! Honestly, it was one of the best days of my life because abuse was over!

    I hope you are doing well now and that you have met someone that is amazing and everything you ever dreamed of! (I did!)

    #KCACOLS

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  2. So glad you can laugh about this now, I do hope you have found happiness over the past 7 years. On another note, my smears always seem to happen on birthdays lol! Thank you for linking up to #KCACOLS and I do hope you can join us again next time. Kate x

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