I thought that once I was divorced I would be single again. Unfortunately, that's not the case. I called to make an appointment with a new doctor, and I had to answer a few questions on the phone so they could set me up in the system.
"Are you married?"
"No," I replied, "I'm single."
"Our system is showing that you were married the last time you were at one of our locations."
"Well, yes, but I'm single now," I told her.
"I see. You are divorced."
"Yes."
"Then you're not single. You're divorced."
Why on earth would my physical doctor need to know that I failed at the most important thing I've ever undertaken? It's not just there, though.
I filled out an online questionnaire to get a card for a local store. They needed to know if I was married, single, divorced, or separated. So again, I'm not single. I'm the divorced woman buying nutella in the extra large container. Well, no wonder she buys the extra large nutella. After all, she's not single. She's divorced and alone.
It's funny because I assumed that starting a new life in a new place, I would just learn to be a happy single lady in the city. After all, we had no children, I was never called Mrs. (His Last Name), and I didn't start a job until after the divorce was finalized. I wonder why it is that I can't just move into a new part of my life as a single woman but must forever be a woman who has the magical ability to turn love and beauty into hate.
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