Five years ago on Labor Day, my ex left unexpectedly (we had never so much as mentioned the word “divorce” in 22 years of marriage). The actual date was 9/7. So he basically tried to ruin the whole week of September for me lol. Typical. And fitting. Now I can “celebrate” two days every year. 1) Labor Day—the day I got to stop doing wife labor. And 2) September 7—my single-versary. The labor of caring for a man-child husband was waaaaaay harder than the labor of caring for my actual children (or the times I was in actual labor birthing those children). If you’re reading this and you’re going through a divorce, or you’ve been there, or your spouse cheated, or your kids got stuck with a deadbeat dad, I’M SENDING YOU SO MUCH LOVE. Let me know if you need a copy of POEM ART THERAPY ($12 and free shipping).
Here are some poems.
Happy Labor Day, y’all.
The Ursula/Mama God poem is EPIC. I hope both your celebrations are just as epic.