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Friday
Jan162015

My Last Days As Someone's Wife

I optimistically thought we might head down to the courthouse together to sign the papers or some equally uniting yet unlikely scenario. Meet for coffee, scrawl signatures on whatever we need to sign and take the divorce documents to the bored government employee who pronounces the time of death on our ten years as husband and wife. Enduring the difficult day together in a nod to how it began a decade ago when just the two of us clutched shaky hands in the home of a judge willing to hitch us for $100. A tip of the hat to our past and a demonstration of our commitment to continue positively leading the family we created together.

I was naively aiming too high, I now realize.

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Sunday
Jan112015

Soundtrack to Divorce

Our divorce will be final this Thursday. I think we'll go together to sign the papers. I hope we do, anyway. I'm dreading it. Can't really fathom it yet it feels inevitable. Has to happen. When I think really hard about all of it my mind kind of caves in on itself and I start to freak. Like trying to contemplate forever or infinity or whatever. You know what I mean. Your brain just skitzes out and shuts down. The panicky dread that infuses your body immediately upon waking up from a nightmare before you realize it was just a bad dream. That.

I get a lot of messages and emails from people urging me to reconsider the decision to divorce or asking if there's a chance Serge and I will get back together. I guess because we're trying our hardest to be as cool as two people in the middle of divorce can be, people think we should be together. The short answer to that is no, we aren't going to reconcile. We aren't right for each other, at least right now, and maybe we'll never be. I don't know. It's complicated and intimate: the reasons why people divorce are so personal it's hard to glean what's what from the outside. Even though we write candidly about a lot of it there are tangled emotions and ways we affect each other that can barely be explained, even to ourselves. At some point we just have to let it be and see what happens. I can't look back anymore. Have to look forward. I was miserable in my marriage for so long that even though every day now is challenging, I feel like I'm breathing for the first time in a long time. So. Goodbye rearview mirror. Yeah, it's really hard sometimes but in other ways it's a relief to be moving towards something better and not stagnating in a marriage Serge recently described as a "legendary omnishambles."

Aside from my kids, the thing that got me through 2014 is music. At top volume. Unless my kids were with me you can bet I had earbuds in and volume cranked to brain-numbing levels, even while at work, until my ears were constantly ringing. I want to share with you the songs that got me through. There's a good mix here. Nothing much about lost love or sadness, just solid jams that spoke to me or yelled at me and helped me keep putting one goddamn foot in front of the other when I felt like crumpling into a heap on the ground. Instead of causing tears of sadness or self-pity this stuff made me feel like a badass when I felt like anything but and stopped me from crying because I wanted to scream the lyrics to an empty car. And I did. Often until I was hoarse. Just as the songs of my teen years take me back to slow dances and boy crushes, these songs will forever be linked to my divorce and not necessarily with a bad connotation. These songs saved me. They are the soundtrack to struggling through the toughest times in my life. Ending togetherness with my husband of ten years, the father of our three children and my best friend... The music that now accompanies my wander through the wilds of learning who I am - for the first time ever, really. Me. Monica. On my own.































Saturday
Jan102015

Elsewhere

I'm sorry. I've all but abandoned the blog as of late. I keep meaning to get back to it because all I'm writing on other places is divorcedivorcedivorce and it can be such a drag but I just can't find the time even though my favorite space to write is this here website. I'll get back to it on a regular basis, I promise. Meantime, here's a round-up of stuff I've written lately if you aren't a friend on Facebook (go ahead and friend me, that's where the action is going down and the more the merrier) and haven't read my stuff elsewhere. You can also click the Mom.me and Babble buttons in the sidebar over there to your right and peruse at your leisure.

5 Life-Changing Realizations in 2014 Thanks To Divorce

Single Mom Seeks Single Dad For Brady Bunch Fun!

Taking Back My Sexuality

When Your Soon To Be Ex Is Your Soulmate

To Avoid a Broken Heart, Do Not Love

Reinventing Myself in My Ex-Husband's World
Tuesday
Dec162014

Santa Sighting

SIGHTING: Santa debating which toothbrush to purchase at Walmart. #hewentwithcaptainamerica
Sunday
Dec142014

Stop Trying And Just Be The Person You Want To Be

Brooklyn '06

Max lasted long enough to see me through the worst year of my life: he solemnly accompanied me through the screaming/crying/panic attacks of Spring 2014; through the move from our home of several years - a move that signified divorce was our new reality. Max was my constant companion through the bone-rattling adjustment of shared custody; through starting a full-time job for the first time after several years of freelance writing. He saw me through it all and then he let go. At the end I whispered as much to him: It's ok, buddy. I'll be ok now. You can let go. It's ok...

His timing in my life was impeccable. He was impeccable. A fucking gentleman of the highest order. Probably loved me more than anyone in my life ever will. Still not able to think about him much without crying. I thought I felt lonely the first time Serge drove away with the kids after our separation, leaving me to my own deviant devices (youporn!) (kidding!) (maybe!) but that wasn't shit compared to what it's like without Max. Yes, Milo is still here but Milo is very different from Max. Max was a person dressed in a dog suit. I used to joke with him, pretend to search all over his body for the zipper while scratching all the parts I knew he liked scratched the most. "Where's the zipper! I know it's here somewhere. Come on, Max. Where's the zipper to your dog suit?" As if I could unzip his black labrador suit and Max the perfect human would step out, leaving his furry costume in a wrinkled heap on the floor around his feet.

He was so tuned in to every emotion I experienced, every movement. A finger snap, a sigh, a heartbeat and Max would twist his glossy noggin to study my face, often sensing something amiss and readjusting his body so he could rest his head on my lap or stick his velvety nose into my palm and lick. Who else on the planet cares about you so deeply their life is based on constantly monitoring whether or not you're ok?

Milo is all dog and instead of following me from room to room throughout the day - like Max - he prefers alone time, usually finding some nook or cranny in which to hibernate until the next time he's invited outside to play Frisbee. I don't know what he's doing: meditation, satanic rituals, listening to Morrissey and writing sad poetry, who the fuck knows? What I do know is he looks like a 12-year-old caught jacking off every time I enter the room: surprise then annoyance. What are you doing here? Get. Out.

All the hair I lost over the summer is starting to grow back. It looks ridiculous. All along the part in my hair are one and two inch hairs sprouting up. My hairline around my face is full of tiny hairs swirling every which way. It's annoying. And fascinating. My hair is reborn. And I'm in the process of being reborn. I feel a control over myself that I've never experienced before in life. It goes back to realizing that I am in control of my response to everything. My emotions don't lead me, I lead them. Life isn't happening to me, I'm happening to it. I can choose to let myself swirl down the drain of dysfunction or I can take a couple deep breaths and move forward. I still lose it from time to time but I regain control fairly quickly and often, if I can, order myself to bed because everything is always better after sleep. During the night fresh perspective always slips into the room and climbs into bed with me.

I was talking to Serge the other night about how hard it is to go through a divorce during a time of social media. We aren't friends/don't follow each other on anything but sometimes I stumble onto things I wish I hadn't seen. With our divorce final in weeks, the dreaded notion of him seeing other women is inching ever closer to reality. I know he talks to women, as he should, but it's a really fucking bizarre thing to witness women overtly flirting with your husband. Ahem. Ex-husband.

So I was telling Serge I was having a hard time not letting curiosity get the best of me and wandering into internet neighborhoods that it's in my very best interest to avoid at all costs. "I'm trying to be such a good person, I'm trying so hard but..." I trailed off helplessly and we stood there silently, looking at each other across ten years of history and the future divide of divorce. "Don't try." He finally said. "Just BE the person you want to be."

Just be the person you want to be. It just might be that easy.