Sippin' on Jinx and Juice

In the world of blogging, my seperation from my husband and impending divorce has received what we might call "the montage treatment."  Meaning, it's been given very short screen time, which has allowed me (conveniently) to skip over it as though it were so much necessary backstory, but just more or less a plot point that had to be covered but not examined.  This is mostly because I don't know how to talk or write about it without sounding, well, fucking depressed.  And also because my feelings change on it more frequently than Sean Penn makes a political statement, so it seems weird to chronicle and re-chronicle my feelings, emotions, angry outbursts.  But IRL (in real life), I've been seperated for going on four months, and I'm just, these past few weeks, feeling stronger, better, more even.  I'm even happier this way--sans my husband--though I miss things.  Specifically, I miss the way things used to be four or five years ago.  I have fond memories of pieces of our marriage and relationship.

But in the past handful of weeks, something interesting happened.  And that thing is that I met a boy.  A sweet boy (in fact, I'll call him that here:  Sweet Boy).  We've been "dating" (ie, hanging out and having long, complicated conversations) for three weeks now.  He is nothing like The Man; nothing like me.  He's a (moderate) Republican and I'm a Democrat; he is a Christian and is going to seminary (!) to get a Master's in Divinity (!!), while I'm a godless heathen.  He is also funny and smart and outgoing and kind and generous.  I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm suddenly, without explanation, happy.  Really actually happy.  I don't know if this is going anywhere, but I'm intrigued by how complicated he is, how complicated I am, and how complicated our new relationship is. 

Now people, just don't jinx it.

*terriblemother

Comments

[Marilyn]

I've stopped trying to figure out how deep connections can be made with unlikely people. One of my closest blogging girlfriends is a devout Christian who works for a ministry organization. It used to puzzle me how we could have grown so close when I'm such a heathen...until I finally realized my discomfort was over anticipating hers. :) I say, enjoy this new relationship. You deserve some happiness.

[freaklikeyou]

Stop navel-gazing and enjoy being happy for a few minutes.

Sheesh.

[Kari]

Did freak really just say "Stop Navel Gazing"?

HELLO!

That is what we do, darling. We analyze. We agitate. We agonize. Without angst, we are nothing.