A Letter to Myself in the Morning

This is part of the "Martha Speaks" series I wrote following my divorce.

Ramblings from a drunk divorcée to herself about her new relationship with pink wine

Source: Maria Orlova from Pexels

Dear Sober Martha,

I am — we are — officially a divorcée stereotype. I’m sitting here with a firm grip on a cheap rosé watching movies on Lifetime.

I can’t tell if I love it or hate it —

Behold! The divorcée! Her grip, firm around the rosé

Did I even like rosé before all of this? I can’t tell if I like it because it rhymes conveniently with divorcée, or the pink color. I suspect it has something to do with its alcohol content.

I wish I could crystallize this image of myself. Ice it up, embalm it into clear resin. I would step back, and with one aggressive swing of a hefty sledgehammer, bust it into a billion pieces.

Ok. I’m going to end this letter here, neck the rest of this bottle, and go to bed.

Yours,

Drunk Martha

PS: Sorry about that hangover though…