The next message Blue Eyes sent early Tuesday morning went like this: Been thinking of going to beach house Friday through Sunday or Monday morning are you up for it? What do you think? Ironically, one of the only "conversations" we had had the night before involved me telling Blue Eyes that our son and … Continue reading I woke up to nothing, part two
So that last post was maybe less ranting than it was just sad. But this post, this post is pure ranting. After one of my marathon calls last week with one of our employees, I needed to run some errands. I hopped in the car and although the day was actually sunny (but brutally cold … Continue reading Don’t play that song
Possibly been sticking my head where it doesn't belong again, and getting my panties in a wad. For those of us who have been in long term marriages, or intimate partnerships, we know it's not all sweetness and light. It's not all romance and sexy time. In fact, it's mostly not about that at all. … Continue reading Rationalization 201
What would my life be like right now if I had chosen to walk away from my marriage at discovery of my husband's secret life? Or any time before that? Or, what if he had chosen to walk away at some point, any point. Where would I be right now? As The Shrink once said … Continue reading What if…
Ever since I read Walking the Journey's post last month titled I know what I would do. I have been thinking about this concept of whether or not I would want to or be able to tell a friend that their spouse is cheating, or if my friend is the cheater, would I want to, … Continue reading Circumstantial existence
We have watched episodes of 'Finding Your Roots' before. The PBS Television Series in which they do extensive genealogical research, including DNA analysis, on prominent Americans and then share it with the person in a sort of interview format. We haven't watched very many. I know we watched the episode with Martha Stewart (because I … Continue reading Damn if Bernie Sanders didn’t make me sad
After my heart was ripped out by my son's words, and my husband read the script to me, and I burst into tears asking him where I fit in?, Blue Eyes put his face in his hands and wept. His body shook as he was wracked with sobs. The difference between my sobs and his... they end, rather … Continue reading Where do I fit in?
Oh boy, here we go. I don't really have a lot of time right now for blogging. I shouldn't be blogging. I should be up, and moving at the very least. I have my alarm set to get me up out of my chair every hour. Sitting is bad for me/us/people. I actually should be … Continue reading I don’t want to be preachy, just understanding, but…