Moving Shit Around
I never expected this. A thousand times I’ve expected this.
But either way, here we are.
The boys and I are moving back to my mama’s house.
My mother is insane, fun, difficult to explain, loves questionable men (and not in the fun way), drinks her dinner every night, and loves the absolute hell out of me and the children.
It’s going to be interesting being in the same house again with the woman who not only notices that you lit a match at 7am, but who then screams at 6pm, “What the hell is burning?!”
It’s going to be interesting being in the same house again with the woman who vacuums the house before dawn to Prince blaring on the loudspeakers.
It’s going to be interesting being in the same house again, a house kept so cold frost has formed on the inside, in Lindy’s old room now painted bubbly pink, with my grandmother staring through the bricks into my soul.
And, I’m going to miss my husband so very very much.
Posted by Melissa on October 16th, 2006 under Married Once, Twice, Whatever, Melancholia
October 16th, 2006 at 8:13 am
I hope you all find your way - which ever way that is - soon.
you are a brave woman - cause even though I lov emy mom to peices, living with her isn’t exactly an option - ever - ever ever- ever ever ever.
did I mention I can’t exactly live with her. Like not even when my house is being fumigated?
right.
keep writing - we are praying for you!
October 16th, 2006 at 8:18 am
I am so sorry you are having to go through this, but it sounds like you and Mike are dealing with this in a clear-headed fashion. Learning to talk again is important. Sometimes when there are kids involved, you forget how to talk to your spouse like an adult. It is something my husband and I are having to work at too. My thoughts are with you… take care of yourself (and don’t let Mom drive you too crazy…)!
October 16th, 2006 at 9:05 am
You said in a previous post how moving out to find your quiet space sounds backwards. I can’t say from personal experience, but I can tell you that a very close friend of mine did that very thing (though he moved without his children for a few weeks) and we talked about it constantly. It was probably the one time in our friendship when he talked the most about what was going on in his heart, his fears about his wife and losing his child in a divorce. They were able to work things out. I’d love to be able to tell you that because they made it, so will you, but I know every relationship is different, and I won’t belittle yours by shoving it into a cookie cutter. I hope you find the same thinking space my friend found and that things get worked out quickly. Good luck to you. Here’s a big hug dot com.
October 16th, 2006 at 9:41 am
Doesn’t everyone vacuum to Prince?? Gett Off is my fave “cleaning” song. Maybe not pre-dawn, but still.
I’m putting my wishes for you & Mike into the Universe.
Don’t forget to breathe.
October 16th, 2006 at 3:03 pm
oh god melissa, I haven’t kept up and I feel horrible.
but, fwiw, I’ve been going through the same thing. so I lately only blog to escape.
email me if you need to vent. or need support. or whatever.
*hug*
October 16th, 2006 at 3:19 pm
Thinking of you, wanting it all to work out for the best, hamstrung that I can’t make it so…
October 16th, 2006 at 5:31 pm
I’ll send you an e-mail. Meanwhile, big love, big fear, big hope, and massive, lung-collapsing, chocolate-smeared hugs for you.
October 16th, 2006 at 6:57 pm
Melissa,
I am sending some love your way. Cyndi said you were in need and I had a little extra to spare. I hope things start looking up for you. Be strong. You are loved by many.
October 16th, 2006 at 7:03 pm
Hi Melissa,
Holy cow. I’m so sorry. I hope you guys can work things out…
October 17th, 2006 at 2:09 pm
I’m so sorry but space can do wonders. Hang in there. I’m thinking of you and Mike and the boys.
October 18th, 2006 at 1:23 am
I hope everything works out, and at the very least, you’ll certainly have some interesting things to write about while you are there.