By Marissa Gonzalez

I questioned our marriage at Target.  What was it anyway?

Was it laughing at the funny sayings in the greeting cards we bought?

Was it the gift wrap we bought for the gifts we gave each other or friends and family?  Was it going our separate ways for a while to find the things we wanted and then getting back together to discuss them?

Was it discussing how we would host get-togethers like that couple by the grill?

Was it spontaneous hugs just because we were together?

Was it preparing for the seasons with clothing?

Was it buying the necessities like shampoo, toothpaste or detergent for both of us to share?

Was it getting each other’s opinions on the things we would buy to decorate our house?  Was it buying those special sheets for the bed where the magic happened?

Was it preparing for travel?

Was it stocking up on supplies for work?

Was it helping each other with fevers and colds by buying each other aspirin or cold remedies?

Was it looking at baby things and saying not yet maybe never?

Was it checking with each other to see if we had enough money for the things we needed?

Was it just getting out of the house to be with each other somewhere anywhere like Target?

I don’t know if that is what our marriage was, but we did all that at Target.

Today it all came to mind as I wandered the aisles of my favorite store.  You weren’t there.  I sighed heavily time after time.

On my way to the car, I shed a few tears and then I got on with the business of living.
The series of pieces in Pink and Cream were written shortly after Marissa’s divorce. She hope it serves as a sign to others that she understands the pain of divorce. Currently, she lives in Cleveland. She spends her time writing and working on her jewelry business

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