My marriage lasted about as long as a cup of coffee and was a mistake from the start. When we finally separated I was school girl giddy and wasted no time in becoming a cliché of the about to be divorced man. New place with sex appeal to spare – check. A monstrously large television my wife never would have let me buy – check. Shiny new sports car – check. Hearing Last Call as the final evening refrain almost every night – check. Dating anyone wearing a skirt – oh hells yeah, check.
I never paused to miss my wife because I didn’t miss her. [Ed. Note the next sentence was a Very Expensive lesson] My ex-wife was a rebound relationship that lasted too long and every spousal connection was functionally severed long before the conversation that formally ended it. No, I didn’t miss her but I missed the relationship. The shopping and partying were the poorly disguised mechanics of coping to anyone that was paying attention – I wasn’t really paying attention.
One rainy Saturday I declared a movie-marathon-maintenance day – pizza, beer, and motion pictures On-Demand. The second movie was The Story of Us. Along with using my sister’s mascara to enhance my moustache before a seventh grade dance, watching a movie about a couple experiencing difficult times with their lives and love, is on the list of dumbest things I have ever done. It didn’t take long before my emotions went nuts. I sat on my couch, tears running down my face racing each other to the floor, and thoroughly lacked the ability to process why.
Soon after that day, I began having the expensive conversations.
In addition to prompting me towards that step, there is one part of the movie that has always stayed with me. During dinner the Jordan family would go round the table and share the High-Low of their respective days.
All of this came back to me when I was debating, wondering, if I had anything to write today. I caught a glimpse of the weather – High 88, low 62.
High of the Weekend – saving an over-cooked pork tenderloin I made while doing “Drunk Cooking” after a night of cocktails. Mmmmm, pork, egg, & cheese breakfast biscuits.
Low of the Weekend – ruining a pork tenderloin because I fell asleep while attempting drunken cooking.
Feel free to share your own highs and lows from the weekend in the comments, or more importantly, share them with some one in your family.