DivorcingDaze

You say tomato, I say to-mah-to… You say giblet (hard 'g'), I say giblet (soft 'g') -- let's call the whole thing off. And we did call the whole thing off, after I read X's blackberry seven years ago. I knew, in an instant, my perception of my marriage was all wrong. How did I get it so WRONG? What comes first? Perception or reality? Which begets which? And what wins in the end? Is there an end? Boy, this can get tiring. So I can sleep at night, I work on my perception. The new bra, the new face cream, Target's (soft 'g') groovy magnifying reading glasses, now a necessity to read the New York Times, unwittingly mask the dark circles under my eyes. A solution for my vanity and vision. A two for one deal! I look better. I feel better. I see. For a moment. Then I realize I'm the generic "blonde divorced woman" dropping off the kids at school, interchangeable with one or more of the others in the blur of the schoolyard. Does the blur hurt? Or does it feel comfortable. I'm not alone. My kids are still y