OK. Enough with the Divorce Stuff
I'm even boring myself with the shirt rending...
My third marriage blew up roughly eight weeks ago. I’m not so filled with older white guy energy as to think I’m ‘over it’ or anything so simple as that. That being said, time to get up offa my sad ass and focus on the road ahead.
Thus far, aside from talking about the salacious details with close friends and family, the best therapy I’ve undergone has been to funnel all the wounded, angry feels into short fiction. Sixteen pieces of short fiction exploring the emotions of betrayal, abandonment, and disillusionment in metaphorical terms.
If you’re interested, here they are, in the order they were written:
The Improbable Dangers of Candle Wax
The Consequence of Bad Choices
Til Death (or Dismemberment) Do Us Part
Collateral Damage Group Session
The Truth Will Set You Free...
If you’re at all interested, read a few. Soon enough, the collection will be published as a book. At first, these stories were merely for myself as I struggled to make sense of it all. Without getting too specific, infidelity is pretty common. Infidelity on this scale for this length of time is something else.
Sometime around Grizzly I received two emails from two men I went to high school with but haven’t thought of in forty years. Both were going through divorces. Both were confused, sad, and angry. Both explained that these stories were helping them in some way.
Cool.
Maybe it helps you, maybe not. It sure helped me to write them but I’ve covered all the ground I’m going to or need to so it’s time to clam up that shit, do the Irish stuff-your-emotions-deep-down, and get on with things.
Hell, I’m even interested in the January 6 Commission Hearings!