Rollercoaster
It’s the middle of April 2007. In the last two years I’ve had my thumb broken, my heart broken, my marriage broken, and my bank broken (that was today’s pleasant surprise, if you think of the most terrific antonym of “pleasant”).
So I’m just going to sit here in lala land (a place you can get to by way of the Ativan train). It’s a lovely place to visit.
I didn’t and don’t want to make a huge deal about what has happened between Eric and me. It’s a private matter. The short version is that we both decided things were not working the way we’d hoped they would and neither of us was happy.
We are now divorced. Still talking to each other. Still care about each other. But not married to each other.
That’s it, really. The big news I’ve been holding onto for the past few months, wondering whether I should let it seep out slowly or just blurt it out. I opted for blurting. It feels good. Everyone’s stunned just the same as if I’d said it slowly.
The truth is, I don’t want to get into details. I don’t want to gossip. I refuse to speak badly of Eric. I still care about him very much. That’s never going to change. Both of us have had some rough times in the past few years. I hope anyone who knows us will extend their concern and prayers (if you do that sort of thing) to both of us.
Here I am living in my parents’ house, biding my time until they’ve had enough of my company (I believe that’s scheduled for July 1). In the meantime, I’ve started taking a course to become a Certified Fitness Trainer. I’ve tried to keep my head financially above water (and I would have done it much better if it wasn’t for those meddling taxmen!).
That’s the news. That’s everything. Well, not everything, but the main parts. I’m hoping to become more active in something soon. Probably fitness stuff. I’m become amazed at how much difference you can make in your health, your mind, your appearance, and your self-esteem simply by sticking to a decent exercise and diet routine. I’m like a new person.
Oh — and I discovered last weekend that I’m actually 5′ 2″ tall, not 5′ 1″ as I’d thought for the last 20 or so years.
Mary
