#WickedWednesday: A memory in three parts


I waved goodbye as he drove away. We were amicable at the end, when we’d been living apart for several months. After the paperwork had been signed. After he knew I wasn’t going to change my mind. But he moved away, and that was for the best. We had been friends before we were married, but once we were no longer married, we couldn’t have stayed friends. It needed to be over.

I went inside and hugged my parents and cried and rode the wave of grief, hating not that it was over, but that I had let it drag on as long as it had. Stretching a relationship that would have been a fun first fling into something that it could never be. Had it ended after six months, or a year, I could have called it a successful relationship. As a marriage, it could never have been anything but  failure.

Sometimes I remember his hair, long and blonde. After a shower, he’d leave it loose, hanging in waves past his shoulders as it dried. He was careless of it, in comparison to the meticulous attention I gave to my own, shorter locks. And somehow, his hair looked like the kind you’d see in a shampoo advert. But only for me. Everyone else just saw it scruffy and tied back. He didn’t understand that it was beautiful.

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Silverdrop and SilverHubby are a middle aged married opposite-sex couple living in the UK. Silverdrop is gender-queer and SilverHubby is pansexual. We use this blog to talk about our sex lives (especially our fanaticism about anal and pegging), share erotic photos, and offer sex toy reviews. Our [sex isn’t always great], mostly because of our health problems, but we always write honestly about it. Our kinks include BDSM, gender-play, pegging, roleplay, fantasy, and lots and lots of anal.

6 thoughts on “#WickedWednesday: A memory in three parts

  1. Kazi G

    I still have good memories of my own failed marriage and would not have wished it never to happen, just that I had learned what I needed to faster! He had long waves of blond too, I even wrote a poem about it 🙂

    ~Kazi xxx

  2. Marie Rebelle

    It’s always good to remember things – good and bad. I think you are in a better place now than you have been back then.

    Rebel xox

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