My  poor child has been kicked out of the adulterer's lair--something to do with behavior.  That they  sit there night after night swilling booze apparently doesn't seem relevant to them.  Now he has no home, as he says, Home is gone--that is what my boys say.  The father is only a person to them now, not a parent. He said it is "his turn to be happy". My eldest thinks he is on acid. It all sounds so alien, so foreign---like it's not real, and you wake up and it hits you in the face.

Last night I dreamt about my family, but the difference was that they would ask questions or make remarks--all of this about ordinary  erveryday things (we were all in the kitchen) and I started engaging in the conversation--I mean, really  talking. Until I woke myself up and realized  no one was here. I still keep epection  some relative  to crawl out of the woodwork.  It wouldn't  be scary. We could sit down, have a nice cup of coffee, and chat.

Comments

[Andrea Light]

I am so sorry for what the kids go thru - even as grown-ups I think they are resilient. Well, as resilient as you or wry. And New Hampshire - New England - respects eccentrics and usually likes them too.

[Tina Bell]

divorce is an obscenity--the kids seem to be even more shattered than I.
even so, we are trying to salvage what is lefNew England is very pretty and very far from nj!

[Tina Bell]

..eccentric, eh??? :-) oh, you're right, you're right.