It started July 1, 2017.

Its now August 4, 2017.

It's been a month.

I'm now getting love letters and love confessions and little gifts.

I think I gave it my best try.

I really did. I didn't half-ass this one. So don't accuse me of it.

I really wanted it to work. For both of us.

But I'm not feeling it. And I have to go with my feelings.

(At this point my mother would say: What does love have to do with marriage? and/or say something along the lines of me being too picky or having too high expectations)

But this can't go on any longer.

I just...can't.

We need to talk.

I just wish there was someone out there who didn't fall in love with me within hours. Someone who didn't want to kiss me. Someone who didn't want to marry me.

Can't I just have a friend? Just one friend. That's not married! That's a guy. That's chill.

I know, I know. There's girls out there with the exact opposite problem.

The grass is always greener on the other side, eh?

Who knew one of the dating concerns I'd have is when is it appropriate to ask to see the divorce decree?

If one more guy tells me he's divorced, he better freakin' be divorced. I want proof.

Oh wait, that's right, they never approach that subject, I'M the one that has to ask if they are in fact divorced.

Call me crazy, but I think I have some preservations and standards when it comes to kissing a married man.