Broken

I apologize for the lack of posting the past few days. So much has been going on personally, that I just haven't had time to sit down at the computer and put fingers to keys.

Yesterday I handed in my resume and clips. The editor that took them just smiled and sat them on her desk. Not a good sign. Between you and I, I'm pretty sure they've already found someone. Who knows? If they just at least give me a tryout I'll be happy with that.

My mother called me yesterday afternoon. There was some kind of meeting between her and dad with a mediator, supposedly to "fix" the marriage. Instead he walked in and said he wanted to end it. Finally. My mother, being the jump off the deep end kind of person she is, doesn't know what to do. Hell, neither would I. To find yourself starting over, at the age of 53 after almost 32 years of marriage, would be very daunting. We spoke a little bit this morning and I wish I could say the right things to her. But I just can't find the words.

Luckily, I don't intend to find out what that would be like. While I may get lonely sometimes and yes, I may ache for someone in my life, I DO NOT intend to find myself in that same position 20 years down the road. Nope. Not falling for that one. I'm better off alone.

So now she needs to meet with a lawyer. Try to sell the house. Clean out as much as she can from a home that has collected 21 years worth of memories.

I tried to call my father yesterday. He didn't pick up. So essentially, he's not only cut my mom out of his life, but my sister and I as well. I hope he's happy. He just lost himself two daughters.