Mediation – A Poem

November 2, 2012 § 9 Comments

Mediation.

Aggravation.

Horrendous, frustrating situation.

Back and forth around we go,

We’re not happy.

Does it show?

Mediators’ back upstairs.

Shifting, shifting in my chair.

Waiting.

Waiting …

Wait to hear.

Hold breath, she’s back, looks worse for wear.

My dear lawyer calms me down.

My crying eyes; mascara’d clown.

Angry, hearty, “No. No. No!”

Quieting, listening, onward we go.

Copy the paperwork.

Soon we will know … we hope …

Smiling, laughing, thinking some more.

Love myself,

But the kids I adore.

Now it’s dark, my will has tired;

I’m glad it’s this lawyer that I hired.

Sacrificing is the game.

Nothing will ever be the same.

Eating my feelings, such junk was consumed,

Over heartache and worry brought up in that room.

But we did it, we signed it; relieved that it’s done.

Still, ending a marriage is no kind of fun.

Are you divorced? Ever gone through mediation? Pretty rough, no?

M.

The final frontier of my declining healthy living habits (my resolve not to drink DC) was squashed by the drama that ensued in that room. It was a tiny Diet Coke, really, but went amazingly well with the bag of potato chips from under the lamp over there, and the pockets full of Butterfingers I’d stashed on my way out of the house the morning of mediation.

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