Not to get all Jerry Springer on you all, but my life has been struck by a drama streak as of late. Oh by the way, this drama streak is quite an unwelcome visitor.
Close to eight years ago the five year long process of divorcing my first husband ceased. And let me tell you all, I spent a lot of money and pretty much came out of the whole nightmare with half my sanity and the clothes on my back. In short, sucked to be me.
Be that as it may I have since recovered and rebuilt my life out of the ashes of what was lost. No small task. Not without it's obstacles to be sure. However, I endured and I can proudly say, prevailed. I am my own woman with a new husband, fruitful career, a great condo in a cool hood and a fantastic relationship with my daughter despite all of the adversity the two of us have had to endure from my former spouse. So as you can imagine, the absolute last thing on this here planet that I or my child want to undertake at this time is to revisit that period of strife that sought only to drive a wedge between mother and daughter. Unfortunately, we are having to do just that.
I feel as if I've gone back into time. My stomach is queasy. I don't sleep. I can feel my heart beating fervently inside my chest. My daughter's face a reflection of similar symptoms. Needless to say, sucks to be us.
At any rate, I am hoping that this very unwelcome drama will not linger. I am praying that we Linoleum's come away from this newest chapter of a very old and tattered novel unscathed. If you will, please keep us in your prayers and positive thoughts. A bit of good energy from the blogosphere would do us a great service.
Regularly scheduled craftiness will resume soon...