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Monday, Jul. 11, 2005
The End of the Honeymoon

Got an email from my darling dad. (Ignore those gagging sounds you heard when I typed that word "darling" in the same sentence with "dad.") Seems his new wifey of six months has left him for good this time. My sister would have won the bet, had she been able to find anyone who'd bet the union would last more than six months. I was willing to bet less but not more.

Us kids were all surprised when she went back to him after leaving him the FIRST time, about a month ago. He emailed me tonight to complain that she was constantly criticizing him, (Good lord, is it possible to call that kettle any more black???) and asked me what I thought about the fact that she left him.

Um, gee... I doubt he'll appreciate me telling him I think he's an ass, so I probably won't be answering him right away.

Frankly he's lucky she didn't take more with her than her clothes, car, and pictures. In her shoes, considering she sold everything she had to marry him (and let's not discuss what I think of THAT leap of intellectual acumen) I'd have taken a heck of a lot more. Then again, who knows if my dad's checked his bank account?

If he's broke and thinks he's moving in with any one of his kids, he's got another think coming. When I was pregnant with my youngest and desperate to escape an abusive SOB of a husband, and begged to sleep on the floor at my parents' house, it was my darling daddy (there's that gagging sound again) who said they didn't have room. I always swore I'd never let anyone else go through something like that as long as I had a place to live. In this case I hope that I don't have to make the choice.

I would have to say no, simply because I can't afford to support him. My sister said when he was at their house for a week, he demanded six (yes, that's SIX) full meals per day, and expected her not only to make his meals, but to wait on him hand and foot, despite the fact that she works full time and he's retired. And oh yes, my little sis was expected to foot the bill for all of the above, too.

Not me, not in this lifetime, babieeee!

And the saga of T may be coming to a premature end. Or a better-late-than-never one, whatever. Not sure. I emailed and asked why, if he is single, I never hear from him nights or weekends. I didn't hear back so I guess that answers my question, doesn't it? I'm disappointed. I really wanted to be wrong this time. Wanted it badly, in fact.

Oh well, I'm good for the moment. Got enough life to handle as it is. If nothing else, I should channel my energies into writing, which is what I've really wanted to do forever. Guess it helps to actually WRITE, but by the time I get home some nights I would rather curl up and pretend that the world doesn't exist.

For tonight, though, I'm closing this out and going to watch television. I'm becoming spoiled to that little bit of luxury!

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )