This family tree has dutch elm disease
Am suddenly in middle of yet another personal crisis and must say, am quite tired of being part of genetically-assigned family. Father of said family, ‘recovered’ alcoholic of 30-some odd years, has apparently headed back to the bottle after discovery that wife of 25 years requests separation and indeed, “never loved him.”
First inclination is to send aching message to J in search consolation of some sort. But am v. aware that J is on the frantic side of busy and would not be source of comfort that am seeking. Am disappointed even before attempt. Should give him more credit, maybe? Would love for him to say, “Hey, let’s go for a ride. Take your mind off things for a bit” or to offer no more than really great J hug. Not likely to get either though, as he has band practice every night this week.
focus, please
Did eventually send J details of latest trial. Male sympathy is v. amusing in that it nearly lacks sympathy altogether, but is quite practical. Do not know whether is blind affection for anything J-related or not, but did feel much better by end of the afternoon.
Spent evening engaged in manual labor which succeeded in focusing mind on things completely unrelated to drinking father, heartless mother or darling and elusive J.
Must do that more often.
Love me like you do your marijuana
Had lovely day with J on Sat engaged in sadly, v. friend-like activity. Is v. handy, my J. Though gal pal notes that no man spends hours at manual labor for a woman he does not want, am not completely inclined to agree.
J shared that ex relationship disaster could not list three things she (obviously v. horrid woman) liked about him. Is it pathetic that yours truly could list three hundred? Have begun sorting out whether could survive simply being pals with J. Am not convinced that could. Don’t want to smother most pals in kisses the way I do J. Do think that would make for awkward friendships.