I received my first wedding invitation in the mail today addressed to me. Just me. Teal Dempsey. And inside was an envelope addressed to "Ms. Dempsey and guest."
This invitation cemented for me in a way nothing else has up until now that I am truly flying solo. It was painful and liberating and frightening and exciting all at once. For the first significant period of time since I was 15, I'm not in any sort of relationship whatsoever. I am not the better, or worse half of a pair. I'm not someone's wife, or girlfriend, or dating someone, or seeing someone, or any situation even remotely involving a "someone." It's just me and my kids and my cats and my reality TV.
P.S. I would just like to say that the irony of a wedding invite signifying how truly single I am is not lost on me. As a matter of fact, the conversation where the bride-to-be (a dear friend of mine) told me she was engaged was the same one where I informed her that my marriage was officially over. I remembered talking to her and thinking to myself "What on Earth am I going to say?" In the end I think I said something clever to the effect of, "Marriage is amazing! Just not all of them! Mine wasn't! But yours will be, I promise!" Or I just cried a lot and quickly got off the phone. I'm pretty sure it was one or the other.
P.P.S. I'll let ya'll know how the "and guest" part turns out...