The Long Haul

These days I seem to be surrounded by failing marriages. And when I say fail I mean fail....bomb the bridge and burn the canyon, flush it down the toilet, take it to the curb. All out war. Let's not be naive readers, you were there for me during my time of duress and I am not one to throw stones. But, I didn't go out with a bang. In fact I slid away like a snake in the Amazon....no bold shout outs, no physical assaulting of another human being, no phone calls or text messages or emails laced with hate and rage. A quiet goodbye while waving in the pitch black, praying to God no one sees me or hears me.

I didn't slip away that quietly. Some knew. Few knew the details, but some knew I was leaving. Unsure as to why our June Cleaver like marriage was suddenly down trodden and in the dust.....the judgments that came afterwards were, to say the least, shocking. I was accused of being a bad mother, a horrible wife and a selfish woman. But the details remained under lock and key.

So with that said why does it have to be a hot air balloon fest when it comes to Splitsville? And the stuff that comes out is unreal. It's like an 80s Soap Opera gone horribly wrong.

And may I ask, what the hell is am emotional affair? This is apparently something women do when they're unhappy. Ummm....ok....maybe it's me because I'm not super emotional but holy crapper an emotional affair, really?

To me I'm not sure what's worse, an emotional affair or a regular physical one. I mean to me the physical one can just be cut off. Thanks for the sex, have a nice life, get the f*** out of my bed, don't ever call me again. As opposed to deep thoughts of an unrealistic life that those two people might spend together....hmmm...let me think about it...I'll take the emotionless hot sex over the exhausting emotional affair any time.

Or how about recently one of the women I attended high school announced on Facebook that her husband was a cheating pig. Nice move...is this a chess game? Should something so sad and disastrous be displayed on Facebook? I am not sure what is more sad, her comment or the flurry of comments to follow. Ugh.

Honestly, if you're going to publicly humiliate him why not just kick him in the groin with steel toe boots. Equal damage in my eyes. Not to mention the pain inside. It would cause me physical pain to type out those words and hit the 'share' button.

Everyone needs peace in their life and we all deal with getting it in different ways. But I use the word peace as a double edged sword. Peace ought to come in a peaceful way....right?

Make it a Double....

Bonjour fellow readers and friends....Back to running and lifting weights....Why is that we have to work so hard....work, play, raise children, be a taxi service for our children, provide endless amounts of support to those around us, make homemade delicious food...etc etc....

I found myself, most recently, pouring myself a drink...in broad daylight....and I thought to myself I never drink, why not make it a double, between the rubbernecking this morning on the highway, the annoying lunch, and idiotic red tape that makes up administration at a law firm, I deserved a double.....LOL

But where were your children? All those good mothers would ask me.....down the street playing with their friends....so there I was in the middle of the kitchen sucking down a double vodka on the rocks with a lemon, yellow rubber gloves on and standing next to a bucket filled with hot water and bleach. Ha!

It's hot here now...triple digits...so drinking is a must....I mean water...not vodka...but the occasional frigid double sure makes a hard day worthwhile.

Have a lovely evening.....Cheers!