It's time to reassess. Or maybe it's just time to sit down, with a strong long drink, and replay the last year. Sounds fun!
I'm fucking with you.
It sounds awful.
My divorce was final on August 2nd. Talk about anti-climactic. After two or three 'false alarms' and a entire night devoted to reveling in my new found singledom (which turned out to be the exact opposite of the truth) the actual realization of a hellish year ended with a take n' bake pizza and a houseful of kids. It's probably fitting, really, because life moved on long ago in some ways; the kids and I moved homes--three times--I'm working full-time, Paris started another school year, Ruby learned to tell people to 'shut up', and Cam took up whining as a new past time. Being a 'sensitive' person, read--dramatic and over-emotional--I expected some sort of symbolic closing of that chapter of my life. Maybe a white dove would fly across my path, a rainbow would appear in the sky despite the dry weather, or a MISSING poster of a certain someone would grace the telephone poles of our fair city.
But alas, nada.Zip.Zilch.
This week I've decided to figure out just what I did , or did not, learn from the past ten months.
It will be the implementation that I struggle with.
