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."




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4 comments:

  1. ElizabethJanuary 22, 2014 at 8:16 PM

    This is a most perfect, perfect post.

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  2. Ms. MoonJanuary 23, 2014 at 4:59 AM

    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.

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  3. My life so farJanuary 23, 2014 at 4:59 AM

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

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  4. TaraJanuary 23, 2014 at 10:06 AM

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

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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?