by Lisa McKnight
I filed for divorce today. The woman who handled all of my paperwork at the courthouse seemed bitter, angry and judgmental, or maybe she was perfectly friendly and I am just projecting. As I stood there waiting, I recalled the day, 12 years ago, when he and I applied for our marriage license. At that court house the license desk was decorated with cupids and red hearts and the clerk who signed our license, his last name was Love. Love, something I believed in, until very recently. I then wondered about where I will be 12 years from now and if I'll believe in love then, or if it's like finding out Santa isn't real, once the illusion is over there's no going back.
Lisa McKnight always chooses Dare when playing Truth or Dare.