First off, brownie points for anyone who guesses who first coined the phrase “nothing is true; everything is permitted” and what group he was famous for starting.

It’s almost my birthday. It’s also almost Samhain (Holloween for you non pagan types), which has always been a special day for me, regardless of religion. It’s a day for the dead, and I always feel alive, for a variety of reasons. It’s the day to let things go, and I think I am getting close to letting my marriage go. I don’t know if I will ever entirely let Jasmin go, but in time I think I might. The marriage however is ready to be buried; I have been mourning it for a year and I have done my time. I don’t have the papers back from her, but I figure they are on the way. I have been having dreams lately, about her, about our marriage. Some of them are replays of events, both good and bad. Others are scenes that seem familiar, but didn’t happen. The message is always the same though; it wasn’t meant to last. Nothing could have happened to change it. Either she would have left, or I would have left. I learned a lot. I grew a lot, despite what some people seem to believe. In long run, our relationship kept me going when I had little else, and taught me to what to look for in the next girl. We did have a lot of good times, and I am going to try and remember those forever. Those being said, on my birthday, I am going to get a bottle of mead, toast my dead relationship, and throw my ring into the water, and it will be done. Then its birthday party time.