Whew. There it is The divorce paperwork neatly stashed back into its box. A bunch of lavender atop it to deodorize its stench. I stayed up late last night organizing it...until I felt "divorce sickness" come over me. Perhaps the box will never be opened again, so does it matter if it's not in chronological order? Hell, no.
And the check came today. A man of his word.
Once upon a time he was my everything. I'm not even sure where that phrase comes from...a song, a movie? Not important.
These photos were on my camera (my son and his family were here this past weekend) and I loaded them onto my laptop with the one above. They tell a story that could begin with "Once upon a time," too.
The princess looks a bit wistful, doesn't she?
Maybe because her sweet prince turned out to be an evil sorcerer, and he's going to grind her heart to bits.
Oh dear sweet children, I wish you the minimum amount of heartbreak in your lives. If grandmothers could cast spells, maybe that would be the one I would choose.
Or does heartbreak make us more compassionate?
I'm glad to be still basking in the hugs and the love from their visit, as well as the afterglow of my weekly sixteen-hour sojourn with the man who loves me.
Now, if you'll pardon me, I think I'll run all the way to the bank.
3 comments:
I feel relief about that check. And glad that your real prince finally showed up, despite that long -- ahem -- interlude with the wrong prince.
Memory Lane can have some dark, shadowy places. So glad the check came quickly, maybe he is moving on from Vindictive-ville... I certainly hope so. x0 N2
:-) You: running to the bank
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