Divorce. The end of the dance of grief.
My Dance of grief was on its way out. The marital union disposed of. Those steps of twirling around and around on this new unexpected floor of dissolution was dizzying.
A once loving and compatible union turned into a war zone. Alliances change, defense mechanisms arise. A once unified couple become enemies of themselves.
Invariably, neither party did anything wrong. Dissatisfaction from both led to stumbling along this new dance floor of life.
This dance of life is a continuum and for every stumble, there is a chance to stand up and start again.