Vows

“Can you share that contact information? My friend is looking to talk to someone.”
“Sure,” and the friend I’m with searches her contacts on her iPhone and then shows me the screen. I snapped a photo it.

Before emailing it later to my other friend, I googled and learned this named shared specializes in:
family law; divorce; domestic relations; equitable distribution; spousal support; child support; child custody; premarital agreements; post-divorce modifications.

My mind wanders back to years ago.
I am standing at an altar, dressed all in white, repeating these words:

I, Sally, take you, Brian,
to be my wedded husband,
to have and to hold
from this day forward,
for better, for worse,
for richer or for poorer,
in sickness and in health,
to love and to cherish,
’til death do us part.

I shared the contact info from one friend to another because vows are said.
And sometimes vows are broken.

11 thoughts on “Vows

  1. franmcveigh says:

    Gorgeous, with just enough detail to leave us wondering AND reading on. And you so carefully juxtaposed a time in your own life. Great craft move!!!

    “And sometimes vows are broken.”

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  2. Ms Victor Reads says:

    Beautiful pacing in this piece. Your friend is lucky to have a friend who is helping her get the support she needs at this difficult time. I have divorced parents and divorced grandparents and always thought I would divorce, but… then I did.

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  3. LindaG. says:

    Ouch. Been there, done that. Would not have survived without friend supporting me, telling me it would be okay. And that I would be okay. Thank you for supporting your friend.

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  4. Beth Sanderson says:

    The contrast between your vows and the contact need is gut wrenching. I especially appreciate how you start with a vague request that leads to a sad realization, then you remind the reader what is at stake…so powerful!

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  5. cmargocs says:

    The sparest of stories can relay the most powerful emotions. What would we do differently, if we knew how stories would end just as they began?

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