When I was young it seemed most things were either black or they were white. Gradually, over time, I see that most things are gray and my involvement in them or attachment to them is more of a neutral commitment. That probably includes husbands. I was recently told to ‘own’ the fact that I’ve had four former husbands. I hadn’t really thought of owning that bit of my personal history, but rather looked upon it as a rubbish pile of failures, of interludes of happiness, moments of staggering insight and pure escape creating a monumental heap of life experience. And so it continues.
