a visit to my dark side….

i don’t think very many of my current readers were reading me back when this blog was obsessively dealing with my ex-husband’s infidelity.
my ex-husband had a relationship
with a crazy stalker chick (other than me.)
she would leave little presents
yes, like a cat
for him on our doorstep
& other various places
she would hide in the bushes
& wait for him
i would even find things hanging from trees
in our neighborhood
intended for him.
i became more than slightly unhinged by it all
i began searching his pockets regularly
kidnapping his phone
searching the neighborhood for clues (she liked to graffiti his name about the place)
& throwing various objects (keys to her apartment, love trinkets, & even his phone)
into the river by our house
it ended up being–i’m sure much to the delight of my narcissistic ex–a battle of the stalker chicks
hitting a climax when i found them together
kicked her in the knee
broke my own arm in the process
& got charged with disorderly conduct.
i will never forget having to talk to two cops on my doorstep–having them ask what everyone asks
why didn’t i kick him??
that’s how sick i was with the whole thing. sick & crazy & completely manipulated into being someone i was not.
why do i bring this up?
dude. there is a torn piece of a shirt stuck in the tree branches of one of the silver maples in front of my house, and it is all i can do to not have flashbacks to her weird little leavings meant for him ….

i’m trying to learn how to not hate him…maybe this is the universe’s way of challenging that?

in other news.
i have an appointment to look at a house in an idyllic little town in iowa. it’s an area heavy with norwegian roots–so i’m thinking–lumberjacks??? (or i dig vikings too)
i thought about putting up a new okcupid profile in the area seeing if i could find someone to help me unload my moving truck should i get this house i am looking at on sunday….

oh! & before i forget…stuff over on my patreon page:

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frog song

i will miss
the frog song
in the pond
outside my window
if the universe
is listening
& the universe
is kind
could i find a new home
where i can
hear
the song of frogs?
is that asking
too much…
i hope
that is not asking
too much…
a place by water
water
is magic
frogs
are magical
& i
need
music
for my heart
to sing
along.

the best part of spring…the frogs singing on the pond in the backyard. there is even a laughing frog that calls to me when i hang out clothes. i will miss that & am hoping that i won’t have to miss it.
light a candle
say a prayer
hope for a home with frog song.

i put an ad in the iowa city craigslist. i am hoping to find–it doesn’t have to be perfect–but a good place for me & my minions.

meanwhile, i got a copy of “bad faeries/good faeries” by brian froud and am having fun finding inspiration in its amazing illustrations.
this one was requested by misha.
she asked for three grumpy days, & i avoided doing it for three grumpy days, but i finally did it late last night & loved how it turned out.



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