I left you Chalkheads hanging with the Monday Morning Chalkboard. I never picked up the chalk because I didn’t know what I wanted or needed to say.
We had an interesting weekend here in the Divorced Dad District. The Shepkids mom spent the weekend in the hospital.
Hazel sent me a text Friday morning saying that mom was sick and she was worried. There was no school on Friday, so it was a good thing that Hazel was there for her mom. Hazel called 911 and was strong throughout the entire time.
The point of today’s Morning Chalkboard should be the heroic spirit shown by my daughter, but I already knew that I had a tough baby girl.
I’m taking the therapeutic angle this morning. The one that I’ve been formulating for a couple of days.
I thought about that vow that I took and how I ended up breaking it.
…in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part.
I wasn’t there Friday morning for Hazel’s mom. The journey of life took me on another path, but the two trails still run parallel.
I often chalk that I just need to get Hazel to eighteen and I will finally have this lady out of my life.
The thing is, I’m never going to have the Shepkids mom out of my life. My Oldman told me on the morning of our divorce,
“Moose, be amicable with this woman and know this…..When the both of you are gone…. You’ll still be together in eternal peace. So get this crap settled honorably.”
My Oldman also told me that when I married this girl, I married her family and he was correct again. To this day I’m still close with my mother-in-law. Hell…I didn’t divorce her, I divorced her daughter.
And she has become a beacon in George’s life. Just like my grandmother was for me.
Back to Hazel’s mom. She’s out of the hospital and hopefully on the road to recovery.
As long as she and I have the three products of love that we created…
…we are together in sickness and in health.
And as much as we don’t like it, we will be doing it ‘til death do we part. We just don’t love and cherish each other anymore.
Though the fucked up thing that I’ve been formulating these last couple days.
As much as I hate her, I realized that I still love her. I don’t cherish her, but the Shepkids do and that is the most important thing.
At one point over the weekend, Hazel blurted out…. “She’s your ex fucking wife!”
“What does that mean Hazelnut?”
She angrily replied, “you don’t need to do any of this for mom. You guys aren’t married…”
That was the line that had me formulating for the last seventy-two hours.
I’m going to have this broad in my life well after Hazel turns eighteen. We don’t sit next to each other at school events, but maybe someday we will dance together at a Shepkid wedding.
We better start getting along now, because she’s going to be everywhere I turn in heaven. Which sounds more like purgatory than eternal happiness.
Speaking of happiness….
Today is The Mardi Gras!
“Laissez les bons temps rouler!”
I’ve got the beads, if you got the boobs.
Get out today and get some gumbo, drink a hurricane and join the second line.
Find astonishment and let the good times roll….
