Attending my first wedding after my divorce.

Some other time, I will go into the gritty, heartbreaking details. Today is not that day. I just want to share a quick story.

There is a game that has become common at weddings. All married couples are asked to go to the dance floor. Then, the DJ says, "If you have been married less than 24 hours, sit down."

And then 1 year, 5 years, 10 years, and so on.

One time, Tyler and I joked, "If nothing else, we will win this one day. Even if we hate each other, we will stay married just so we can win this game."

Spoiler: We did not stay married.

When this game played at the wedding, I made the quickest exit to a balcony and found a place to quietly cry while I grieved my failed marriage.

A few minutes later, Brad joined me.

I didn't tell him what was wrong. He said, "You did more than any normal person could have."

Suddenly, I wasn't ashamed of my grief. It's a very confusing grief. I don't miss my marriage. I don't want it back. But I still grieve, every day.

I explained to him the game, my and Tyler's inside joke.

He replied, "The difference between me and Tyler is, 'I mean it.'"

He immediately retracted and said, "Actually, that is a lie. I will die long before we can win that game, but at least you will get all the sympathy votes."