A ways back kid2, now a grown-ass adult, said, “Mom, you gotta get a substack.” So she made me an account, and I planned to youtube/google the shit outta it and figure out how to ride this thing. I had every intention of jumping back into my writing life, until life (or death) grabbed the reins and said, woah there sistah, I ain’t done with you yet.
So if you’re wondering what’s up since the dead dad of years ago, here’s a short shopping list of what’s been happening:
Rather attractive (ex) husband moved to FL “for work.”
Join a gym. Work out like a motherfucker.
Favorite aunt diagnosed and dead.
Dog died, pandemic hit.
Husband doesn’t call, text, or come home.
Menopause.
Younger, non-smoker, non-drinker sister 3 states away doesn’t get covid, instead gets terminal diagnosis.’
Rather attractive husband (RAH for old time readers) of 34 years texts me to expect divorce papers, adding, he already told the kids; “they understand.”
Turn off phone. Got to bed. For days.
Get back-up dog just in case old-as-fuck accessory dog dies.
Go to gym. Beats crying (not really).
Kid4 graduates college. First time seeing husband in months.
Little sister dies an ugly, inhumane, unfair death.
Future ex-husband tells me to sell the house. Me. Solo. Empty, repair, prep, stage, find realtor, sell. I beg him to do it; lawyer says no, it’s my job since “you live there.” I beg to stay until pain-in-the-ass mother dies – then sell. Denied.
… … but wait, there’s more. Read on here….
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