Imperfectly Valid.

So, on the day that I signed the Motion for Contempt (because he didn’t obey the judge and he won’t pay to support his children),

a co-worker acted like The Boss and corrected me 4 times, snarkily (I think that should be a word).

And on that same day The Love yelled at me (yes, yelled, which he never, ever does) because he momentarily confused me with A Ghost From His Past.

It wasn’t my fault. “I didn’t cause it, I can’t control it, and I can’t cure it” suddenly applied to something I didn’t see coming.

And in a breath it was over and done with,

for him.

But I was stunned (without breath) and so it wouldn’t pass on

and lingered instead, sludge-like in my throat and belly, all day.

I tried to detach. I really did. But these are new muscles that don’t always work right and instead, I got kind of sick.

But I still worked and smiled and tried to Be Happy which made me feel a little like I am growing.

And then when I picked up my baby from camp (the one who is only 5),

they said he told his teacher, “Mother Fucker”.

It was good it was 5:30 and Time To Go Home.

It was even better that now I have a Home to go to.

So I went there and cried. And drank champagne for dinner. I watched movies with my kids in pajama’s before the sun was even down.

In the morning It Was Okay. It really was. Which sort of seems like a miracle.

To me. Does it to you?