Going through the Big D's

I live in Fort Worth and rarely go to Dallas. I love my life here, especially the wide open spaces and freeways with speed limits of 75 MPH. Racing along in my Impala, I have been known to listen to country music (don't tell my sisters, okay?). 

One day as I was cruising around FtW, I heard a new-to-me song that had the following lyric: "I'm goin' through the Big D and don't mean Dallas." The song is all about a man who jumps quickly in the "river of love" and before six months are up, his wife divorces him. She takes everything and he is stuck paying for it all. 

My ears perked up when I heard this song cuz it was eerily like my own experience. I had just kicked the X out of the house. I, too, bought some dreams on credit. And cashed out my retirement fund to pay for his Green Card! (I know--how could I be so stupid?!)

I have often thought about that song these past 21 months. Unlike the singer, Mark Chesnutt, who only has one D; I have two-- a Divorce AND a Dissertation! 

For those of you who have been through either, you know just one is a refiners' fire. And for those of you lucky enough to have a faithful spouse and/or a simple dissertation topic, I sincerely hope you never experience what I have. 

This blog will be all about my experiences and written just for ME; if some of y'all want to tag along, you're welcome. I hope the experience will be therapeutic; I might help someone. And it will be one more way to hide from my diss. 


Links to the above-referenced song:
http://www.cowboylyrics.com/lyrics/chesnutt-mark/goin-through-the-big-d-5493.html
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YjTU1NptVQ