Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Thirty Seven Years

In 1973 I was 18 and beautiful (all 18 year olds are beautiful).

In 1973, the ATM machine was patented, Spiro T. Agnew resigned as the Vice President of the United States and Duane Lee Chapman II (Dog's son) was born.

Now in 2010, 37 years later, I am old and beautiful (all 56 year olds are beautiful).

We have seen Obama's luster fade, a volcano in Iceland and J.D. Salinger die.

Thirty seven years is a long time to be in a relationship.

Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling!

Monday, November 29, 2010

I'm Sad Today - and Tired

I hit the wall, tired and sad wise, at about 3:30 p.m. today.

I did not sleep one night this past weekend, right after driving home from Thanksgiving and finding out about the Mister's newest betrayal. Did not sleep much at all.

So I'm missing a night's worth of sleep.

I listened to Blood on the Tracks on the way to work, and back home again - about 35 minutes each way.

"When something's not right, it's wrong" was my first Facebook post, post The End (you know when he told me and that great iron door shut down in me for good).

So I looked on Youtube for a version of You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go to share with you, but I couldn't find any with Bob doing it - although I looked about 10-15 entries.

This was my favorite:

I'm lonesome.

Fuck it, Dude. Let's go bowling.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Well, I Guess Second Honeymoons Aren't Guaranteed

Me and the Mister is officially Splitsville. And it ain't my fault (directly).

He was in love before he met me and he has been back and forth with the lady love several times during our 37 year relationship.

And now he's made his choice, again, and there you have it.

The kids are grown and I AM DONE!!!!!!!!!

So I will be getting a divorce and finding a new life.

I just might blog about it, too.

Why not? I am thinking I will have lots of extra energy, not having to deal with the emotional baggage.

Of course, that sounds silly, 'cause what are divorces but emotional whirlwinds with baggage flying all over?

But I gotta make myself a new life, and I think I will need to process it through writing.

And blogs make your writing look so pretty!

So here I go!

Fuck it, Dude, let's go bowling!