So I blogged a few hours ago about boo-hoo life is shit... then a best mate came through to paint smiles on my face. While I must get off of the island of Queens and back to my beloved Manhattan, I need to say, living down the block from Chris and David has been divine. It's funny the Universe "just happened" to plant me here while dealing with two events that will definitely be something brought up at 70th birthday parties... which happened to...
Namaste blog tribe I hope you are all well around the world. I've decided that I think that I'm a hard person. I realized this today, when I sniffled and sobbed all the way to the vet to pick up Henry's ashes. Alone. In freezing cold weather. Which somehow makes it worse, cold always makes everything worse. Husband 2 is officially off the scene. I haven't mentioned much about the details, some things are private even in Internet land. Needless...
While I was walking Peanut through the Sunnyside industrial park my present abode is perched within, two local construction workers stopped me this morning. Separate instances. One query: "Where's the other one?" I'm not the only one adjusting to Henry being gone. I think I'm getting better at pretending to not be bothered. My therapist seems to think I'm cruising along with recommendations of fortnightly visits. Fine by me. Like I've been...
It's been eight days since I was forced to say goodbye to Henry. I don't feel better. I actually feel worse. It's amazing how much you can cut life down when life cuts what you care about most away. This is post 1,001. I used to imagine what 1,000 posts would be. If anyone told me it would have been numb verses poured to dilute the anguish of losing Henry, I probably would have abandoned these parts months ago. I'm not happy. I can't make myself...
I'm going back to work today. I will wear a new dress, five inch stilettos and a fresh pair of nylons. When people ask me about Henry I'll say things like, "It's sad, sometimes these things happen," and "Thank you for asking though..." I will sit at an enormous board table and talk in billions, pretend like my heart hasn't finally permanently fractured. Then I'll probably duck into the bathroom to sob in increments I'm assuming will be in a...