Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Welcome to the Hotel California

2007: The 30-year marriage ended. Husband ensconced with a 34-year-old. Somewhere in the timeline that ensued, I'm  pretty sure I told everyone that all I wanted was dinner and sex (not necessarily in that order) and a sign to hang on my bathroom door that said "Check-out time 12 noon." A lot has happened since then.

Tomorrow the man who loves me will move in temporarily while he recuperates from lung cancer surgery. Everything is so fucking temporary. You are temporary. I am temporary. And yet,  we are permanent, too. If I had a sign to hang on my bathroom door now, maybe it would say, "Welcome to the Hotel California. You can check out any time you want, but you can never leave."


Elizabeth said...

This is a most perfect, perfect post.

Ms. Moon said...

We just absolutely never know, do we?
He is a beauty, that man.
You are a beauty, woman.
And your heart is gold and good.

lily cedar said...

He has a very kind, gentle face. I'm glad he's moving in with you, even temporarily.

Tara said...

we just never know what time will bring us. best wishes for his recovery; i'm sure he'll do better with you around.