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Already Brushing Off the Dust…
Sometimes I think about the time when the marriage began to disintegrate for real, and the stages of grief that followed through several months after the divorce was final. I consider the alterations it affected in me and how I have changed as a person on the inside, but also how the experience affected my perception of things, in particular: MUSIC.
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Navigating Uncharted Waters…
My new apartment is a brave new world. It dawned on me, as I sat in my most recent Craigslist acquisition, that I am really doing it! I am making my apartment my home. It helps that my belongings, which until recently had been in storage in New Jersey, are inbound, thereby bringing closure to my move West. It’s official, I now have NOTHING left that ties me to that black hole (aka NJ).
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Blocking the Blockhead…
There is nothing worse than having just drifted off to sleep, then being woken up by my phone ringing only to realize that it’s none other than mr horrible. Especially when mr horrible calls 3 times in a row because I don’t answer. It’s after midnight in every time zone, you inconsiderate prick!
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These Movies Are Killing Me Inside…
My taste in movies seems to be going through a transition, probably because of the divorce. I hope it’s not permanent cause it’s killing me, Smalls!
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Angry As I Wanna Be…
It is crazy to me to my mom is actually mad at me that I don’t feel sorry for my ex-husband. It’s crazy to me that she is actually criticizing the fact that I don’t have any sort of empathy or sympathy for somebody who has remorselessly killed two marriages and has shown little to no respect to me as a person and a woman.
