Divorce Drama
Recent tit for tat skirmishes with my husband have been brutal. From my goal post on the tit for tat field, the recent skirmishes seem to be in-law plays. Both mothers are 84 this year. My mother has been unable to get out of her state nursing home bed since her massive stroke 14 years ago. His mother had her massive stroke this past Spring. My father is dead. His bi-sexual pedophilia legacy is alive and well. His father is healthy enough to take charge of the retinue it takes to keep his wife well-coiffed and tended like a queen. It is anybody's guess how long he will be able to keep up the show.
At my goal post the wounds are definitely mother related. She was recently transferred to the care of the hospice team. No more replacement parts for my mother. No one in the family is certain how much of her 450 pounds is her and how much is replacement parts. Even without the public assist, my mother is stubborn enough to keep breathing and enjoying meals in bed for another 14 years. The 450 pounds offer a clue to how much she enjoys the meals in bed. Daddy drank, mommy ate. We take our joys where we can, I s'pose. The goal at my goal post is to simply cope with it.
it is hard to know what is happening at my husband's end of the tit for tat field. In addition to the geriatric developments in his family, he manages a successful high tech career and many fascinating hobbies. I do not see him much. When I do, it is either as silent company, a busy day news feed or the tit for tat skirmishes.
I often wonder if the marital tit for tat skirmishes are the most standardized part of U.S. Culture. My husband and I can volley every hurt from our shared 33 years in a single skirmish. Is there a marital dispute more cliche than the mother-in-law? In my heart, I call these volleys, "kicks to the mother wound." Getting mighty fed up with the kicks to the mother wound at my end of the field.
The last skirmish ended with my husband in a motel we cannot afford. Busy people seldom have friends they can call for such things. Whatever. At my end of the field, it has been blissful to have this past two mornings without his physical presence.
Today is the bi-sexual baby shower celebrating my first grandchild. Enough Divorce Drama. It is party time. What will be will be.
At my goal post the wounds are definitely mother related. She was recently transferred to the care of the hospice team. No more replacement parts for my mother. No one in the family is certain how much of her 450 pounds is her and how much is replacement parts. Even without the public assist, my mother is stubborn enough to keep breathing and enjoying meals in bed for another 14 years. The 450 pounds offer a clue to how much she enjoys the meals in bed. Daddy drank, mommy ate. We take our joys where we can, I s'pose. The goal at my goal post is to simply cope with it.
it is hard to know what is happening at my husband's end of the tit for tat field. In addition to the geriatric developments in his family, he manages a successful high tech career and many fascinating hobbies. I do not see him much. When I do, it is either as silent company, a busy day news feed or the tit for tat skirmishes.
I often wonder if the marital tit for tat skirmishes are the most standardized part of U.S. Culture. My husband and I can volley every hurt from our shared 33 years in a single skirmish. Is there a marital dispute more cliche than the mother-in-law? In my heart, I call these volleys, "kicks to the mother wound." Getting mighty fed up with the kicks to the mother wound at my end of the field.
The last skirmish ended with my husband in a motel we cannot afford. Busy people seldom have friends they can call for such things. Whatever. At my end of the field, it has been blissful to have this past two mornings without his physical presence.
Today is the bi-sexual baby shower celebrating my first grandchild. Enough Divorce Drama. It is party time. What will be will be.
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