Disclaimer: Not mine.

There was no heart-wrenching tragedy. There was no dull void of emotion left behind when all was spent. There was no fighting, raging, or counseling.

Sometimes, it just happens.

I got the papers while I was out to lunch with friends. Excusing myself for no more than five minutes, I read the terms and signed the papers officially declaring me, once again, Ms. Ginny Weasley.

You hear all sorts of statistics in the news, these days. Marriage rates are dropping, divorce rates are increasing, and old grandmothers everywhere mourn the loss of a time when only married men and women could live together.

I was married to Harry James Potter for twenty years.

It sounds like such a long time, but it wasn't. First there was the honeymoon, then a new house, then new jobs, then a new family. We were always busy. We were always busy being the perfect image of a happy family.

We had three darling children, not counting a godson, a beautiful house and the envy of all the wizarding world. We rarely fought, and when we did we forgive quickly after steamy makeup sex. We took our kids trick-or-treating, attended Sunday dinners with family, and hosted Christmas balls to rival those of the Malfoys.

So, where did it all go wrong? I honestly do not know. Maybe he has some answers. After all, he is the one who asked for the divorce.

That is not to say that I didn't want it. I was happy with my husband, but I knew, without any doubt, that I would be just as happy without him.

You are probably thinking, if I am so happy, why am I being so melancholy?

Being a hero's wife does that to you. You get into the habit of being reflective, of sitting on your own and thinking about you life. It also teaches you never to regret: I have seen too many women fall apart, overcome by wishes.

Go ahead. I am sure there are many reasons you can conjure up in that pretty little mind of yours about why our marriage fell apart.

We were adrenaline junkies who lost the passion. We were unable to relate on a personal level after the tragedy of the war. We were bitter and lonely. We were unfaithful to each other. I resented him for taking my career and independence away from me. We felt unfulfilled in life. We never loved each other.

Unfortunately for you, none of that is true.

We never lost the passion of our youth. We understood each other like no one else could. We found everything we needed in each other. We were always true to one another. I found peace in finally relaxing and settling down to raise a family. We were both content with the way our lives had become. We loved each other and always will.

We had the perfect life together; we still could have the perfect life together.

I think I understand better, now, talking to you, what went wrong.

We both had someone to die for, but neither of us had someone for whom to live. We would happily die for each other whenever it might be asked; we had done so in the past. But, we already had everything we could ever want. What was there to strive for?

We watched the people around us be challenged every day of their lives; their lives were built up and torn down with every tragedy and triumph that struck. Our lives remained stagnant on Cloud Nine.

Pathetic, isn't it? Our marriage fell apart because we were too happy. We had everything that the world around us was trying to gain, and we threw it all away.

No; I need to correct myself. We didn't throw it all away.

Everything that we had in our marriage is still with us today. We still care for our children, we still care for our family, and we still care for each other. We still discuss our children's futures, we still attend dinners as a family, and we still show up at each other's houses at two in the morning just because we felt like we should.

This may not seem normal to you, or even sane, but you should have known better than to show up at my doorstep if that was what you were looking for.

Any questions?