Wednesday, October 31, 2007

The Day the Devils Dance

Traditionally, Halloween began as All Hallow's Eve, or the day the devils dance. So how appropriate is it that today my children will meet the woman living with my husband. Two nights ago I found my son crying in his bed, he "isn't excited" about meeting Peach. As a mom it is so hard to strike a balance between the needs of your children and the healing of your broken heart. Mr. Wrong is their dad, they love him and they need him. But what he did is wrong and hurt me and the kids. It's hard for me? How hard is it for a 10 year old?

I harbor no illusions that Mr. Wrong left me for Miss Peach. Honestly our marriage didn't hinge on whether or not she gave a married man her phone number. Our marriage hinged on whether or not he could say no when it was offered. What I do know is that she is the kind of woman who gives a married man her phone number, the kind of woman who sleeps with a married man.

Seriously, Mr Wrong. The symbolism is not lost on me.

Saturday, October 27, 2007

In the beginning...

Seriously, Karen. I can just hear my friends saying it now. This year I looked around at my life and wondered, how did I get here exactly? But more importantly, where do I go from here?

What do you do when you are handed the piece of paper that dissolves the marriage that has defined you for the last 10 years? If you are me, you lay down on your bed and cry. Or you stand in the shower and cry. Or you drive down the road and cry. And finally one of your friends says, Seriously, Karen.

So I'm picking myself, dusting myself off and re-writing my future. Literally. I'd love for you to join me.

Seriously, it's time to write the new chapter.