stephanie
south of boston, United States
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An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic ... don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids good-bye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
'Well isn't this nice...'
And isn't it ironic ... don't you think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out when
You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face
It's a traffic jam when you're already late
It's a no-smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic... don't you think
A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought ... it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
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I was wandering around my house two weekends ago, just overwhelmed by the emptiness of it all.
It spiraled out of control from there. The bottom line... I began to question whether or not it’s fair to subject my boys to a non-traditional family. Especially because their father and I no longer fight the way we used to.
Don’t get me wrong. The boys are extremely happy, well adjusted; everything a parent could want. My oldest hasn’t asked in at least two years “can daddy come home now?”
But I live in a town filled with prime examples of “the perfect family.” And while I know in reality these people have their own problems, the appearance of what they have and I don’t is what causes that pang in my heart.
And guilt is a funny thing. Especially Jewish guilt.
As an aside, for those who aren’t familiar with the concept, Jewish guilt is the belief that you’re not doing the right thing for those around you, the ones you love. It doesn’t matter what’s best for you. What matters is what’s best for everyone else.
And this guilt has led me to believe that maybe I should be trying to put my family back together, since I was the one to break it apart in the first place. And I know, it’s not like he wouldn’t jump at the chance to try…
But even as I attempt to do this, I get this underlying feeling that, in the long run, whilst it might be the right decision for the boys… for me… maybe not so much (besides the fact that I am so NOT attracted to him, at all! If this proceeds, can I request separate bedrooms upfront, or would that be wrong?)
And then, I have the reaction of some people to this news, because, yes, I've shared…
My best friend… “Are you sure?” (I think I shocked her more than my ex.)
My best friend’s brother, yelling in the background during a voice mail she was leaving me, and then the follow up phone conversation… “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!”
A friend of my best friend after hearing… “Did you talk her down?”
Well, the feedback hasn’t been the most encouraging, to say the least.
So, I’m going home this weekend. Back to NYC, mom and dad, grumpy brother, all the things I’ve been missing. And, maybe, just maybe, they can give me the perspective that I need.
Though, at the very least, I’m gonna get some really good food.
