It’s been 12 days living here. 12 days after 7 years of being alone. 7 years of being alone after 10 years of wishing I was alone and not being able to get rid of someone.
The only complaint I have, which isn’t even about living with a boy is that being back here in Wyoming I now realize just how isolated I was when I was married and that most of the people I knew were his friends, not mine. So now when I’m out and I run into someone who looks familiar, they know me because of someone I divorced and never wanted to think about again and we have to have that whole conversation about him.
And I have to be polite about it because I can’t say, “Yeah, you knew my ex-husband, that used carsalesman who abused me and then left me with no money in a house about to be foreclosed on and called me a crack whore.”
This is not a good way to make friends.
I also discovered that I have aged REALLY WELL because the people here my age or younger are all wrinkly. I have one wrinkle and only because I think way too much.
A complete lack of sun for 7 years was good for something!
Alex, the kitten, is just the coolest thing ever. Not to diss Ollie, my awesomest cat ever, but he ended up living with my father because I was renting and had no place to keep him. I miss him all the time and when I look at this sweet little kitten I remember how cool Ollie was when he was young.
The girls fight over Alex constantly. That first day I let them have 1/2 hour turns, but now I spend most of the day trying to convince them that Alex has his own mind and freedom to choose where he’s going. He can attack the curtains if he wants to. He can crash into walls or climb up pajama bottom legs or try to capture his own back legs that has a mind of its own and is repeatedly kicking him in the head as he tries to lick his bottom.
Today is Jasper’s Birthday and he’s getting a FULL BODY shave this morning. Pictures later!
PS: I did not approve the comment left on this post until now (8/22) because of its foulness. I felt embarrassed by it. But I think it’s important to put it out there so that other’s can see it too. Abuse should never be hidden. I did *** the worst words.