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.

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“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.