Today my daughter asked me if we could move. She told me our house seemed used. Guess what honey, I’m used!! I would love to strike a match to this place and start over but this house of cards is being held up so delicately that one sudden shift in priorities- the whole place will tumble.
Even though I want to snap at her the reality is I feel the same way. I want a fresh start and it just doesn’t seem possible. After the divorce and the re- adjustment period it would be nice to wipe the slate clean. Better yet it would be even nicer to re write the script completely. I would marry the right guy, pick the perfect career and avoid the unfortunate perm I got after college. Seeing as that’s not going to happen I will let my daughter pick out new bedding, settle for a blind date with my co workers brother and treat myself to a Japanese hair straightening.