My final purge

Tonight I took an important step. And my friends helped.

I had told my good friend about one last remnant of my marriage. Something material. Something that needed to be destroyed.

"Go get it," she said.

"Now?"

"Yes, we'll help you." she said. "There are no douche bags here now."

So I did. I took the three minute walk from the pub to my apartment to get the silver box. The one holding the flowers from the top of my wedding cake. The not-so-delicate blossoms made of sugar from all those years ago.

Together we crushed, stomped on and smashed each sweet flower. All that was left was a powdery white mess on the brick sidewalk.

In the true spirit of Halloween, I think it was my last ghost. Now it's gone, and I feel good.

Love to the single girls,
Addison