Truth

The only way out is through.

South Lake Tahoe, this week

 

Jenner-by-the-Sea, 2016

 

Ugh!

I thought I was done writing about this in Bearded Lady. Apparently not. Yes, I'm vaguebooking. Sue me.

Texting with Marcus

HIM: You shall be forever balancing parenthood and the rest of life. And chafing against the tensions thereof.

ME: Thank God. I'm serious. And I speak as someone who gets driven nuts by a 10-year-old on the regular.

HIM: Thank Her for what? (That was just to look woke.)

ME: I've realized I will chafe against life's tensions whether they exist or not ... I seem to be that kind of person. Might as well have a little mini-me.

HIM: WAIT TIL TEEN. Yeah, that's a great attitude you have. Truly. Despite my hoo haa.

The dream

In the dream, Adam asked for a divorce. Actually, he didn't so much ask as demand. It was one of those dreams that just picks back up after you've awoken, sweaty and scared, to a breath of relief. 

For the record, this has never happened. When I've gotten pissed at him, I've used the d-word. I haven't done it for a long time.

Oh, and he'd already started dating someone else. What the?

The Killers

 Are we human, or are we dancer?