Divorced at Twenty-Four
Meet Zoe. Follow her as she grows up, travels, learns about loss, discovers romance, and offers her advice along the way.
“Happiness isn’t everything being perfect…It is being able to look past the imperfections.”
What a perfect time this quote appeared in my life. Sitting in a one man bar, at the end of a well-driven dirt road, where the majority of the drinks were Bahamian beer and rum, and a pet osprey occupied the corner deck post. Yes, I did say “pet” osprey. Kenny, the weathered, sun-beaten, white haired, old man who owned the bar, had stolen him out of a nest when he was a baby. Again, no joke. So there I was, sitting in this bar after a full day of frying under the Bahama sun, bonefishing out on the salt flats of Sandy Cay, which also happens to be where Pirates of the Caribbean filmed, but that’s a side note. My point is, I glanced up and there was this laminated piece of paper with that quote on it, only quote in the whole bar. And at that moment it was exactly what I needed to see considering that sitting next to me at the bar was my ex-lover as of a grand total of less than twenty-four hours prior. Yes, I said ex-lover. Story of my fucking life. Excuse my French, as the rest of this story will most likely contain at least a few more expletives here and there.
I should back up quite a bit for this story to make sense. So we’ll go back to the beginning when I began my list of “could have beens” and “failings” with the opposite sex many years ago. Thirteen year old me…..oh that seems like a lifetime ago now.