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Of all the plantings in my garden, this one blossomed before any other. The sight of it made me smile and hit me like a warm hug.
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She loves me |
She is still there... no matter what. And that brings me a sense of security and hope for the future. No matter what, life goes on.
So even though I probably won't be living here next year, I will still tend to the garden as long as I am here. Hopefully, whoever lives here next will do the same.
If not, they will just have to be whipped into shape by Mistress Mother Nature.
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Top Shelf - Straight up |
This is perhaps the most difficult post I've ever had to write. I'm so much better at the funny, snarky bites. But I need to say this without sarcasm or jokes.
Here it is, the unvarnished truth.
Sparky and I are splitting up. Things came to a head back in January and after almost 30 years together, we've decided to divorce. Those of you who know me well know that I am a fiercely private person. I do not wish to air (or have aired by others) my dirty laundry in public. Quite frankly, only the two of us truly know the truth and those of you who've heard stories have only heard one side. There are two sides to every story and the truth generally lies somewhere in the middle.
Out of respect for my son, I'm not going to publish details of our marriage or it's demise here. It's really no one's business but ours. Let's just say that this is the best thing for all of us.
As for me, after the dust settled, I was forced to take a good honest look at my life and admit that I haven't been happy for a very, very long time. The initial feelings of panic and devastation passed quickly and were replaced by a huge sense of relief. Pretending things are perfect takes an enormous amount of energy.
To my friends and family, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I lied to you for so many years. I'm sorry I didn't allow myself to trust enough to ask for help. I hope you know that I kept everyone at arm's length not because I didn't trust you - I didn't trust that I was deserving of your love or friendship. I am learning to reach out (baby steps) and have found the support and love of my friends is there - was always there. I was just too afraid to ask. I owe you all (especially you, Laura) my eternal gratitude and love.
To my son, I'm sorry that I couldn't give you the perfect life I so wanted for you. However, every day when I look at you and see the strong, loving, creative and brilliant man you've grown into, I know that despite the fact that your father and I failed each other, we can take pride in the knowledge that we were successful as parents. Despite our faults, we have managed to raise an amazing son.
And that, my friends, is what's going on. We're still in the process of working out all the details (amazing how much stuff and business you accumulate in 28 years) but things are moving along in a relatively civilized manner.
One thing is not negotiable.
I get custody of the Bear.
/snark on