Sure I felt sad.
There will probably be sad moments forever. We were together for a long time and his performing was the high point of our marriage.
I certainly don’t get sad when I hear some guy at the next table going on and on about the origin of the word “fork” but there was a lot of that in my marriage too.
I’m sure that the fact that my lawyer sent me the first draft of my separation agreement added to my down feeling.
Anyway I won’t be seeing him on the stage any more. Big deal.
Maybe I’ll be stepping on the stage myself.
(That’s metaphorically. I sing like a crow)
Wish you were here. Rupert smells like goosesh*t and the swans are staring at me from the canal. You would not be able to stop yourself from feeding them turkey sandwiches.
I wish I were there too.
I told David that you two shouldn’t make any trips without me.
He knows what a strain it is on him to have to be nice 24/7. Without me throwing him those “slow balls” he has no excuse to show his true colors.
I read them both Mattie… yes, here’s how it goes — happy, sad, happy, sad, happy… You get the idea. I think you’re doing great with it all.
I think my comment got lost. 😦
No it didn’t, Becky. It’s here and it’s reassuring.
So, here it is again just in case:
Yes, that’s how it is — happy, sad, happy, sad, happy… you get the idea.
I think you’re doing great with it all. Remember to breathe — in, out, repeat. 🙂
Yeah but you could easily do stand-up! And you’ve got
Plenty of material!
And Marcia would make me come watch.!