I was hoping you'd remind me that I wont cease to exist and disappear into oblivion like all of the other hollyweird "first wives."
Would you still exist? Would you still appear to others' eyes? Then you don't need reminding.
Don't go all Shmedlap on me here -- "People" magazine does not existence nor oblivion make, friend. We make our own reality.
Want to hear something funny? I took the kids to S9's therapist after Kid D-Bomb, and at the end of the session T called me in for a chat. Oy. What can this be about? T says, "For 2 years I've been watching you engage with your kids. For the past 4 months I've been talking with you about your divorce and you and the kids. I've come to a conclusion."
Ummmmmm, okay?
"You should be a Life Coach."
L.O.Freakin'.L! Dude, my life is an utter shambles! But thanks for the mad props.
So let me "life coach" you, alive -- god, wotta El Lay concept! -- you exist. You exist in a better dimension of existence than Monsoor Le Shmedlap. You're At The Work. He'll be getting tossed out of the last Retro Retro Tiki-inspired Revisioned bar left in NoHo, and you'll be At The Work. He'll be a one-line voice-over in next year's E True Hollywood Story, and you'll be At The Work.
And that's as real, as grounded, as Existing as it gets, sports fan.
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how am I going to just co-parent and stop caring
Whoa! Who said anything about "stop caring"???? You're going to care even more. You're Setting Boundaries, keemosabe! You're not letting his star-struck ways in the door. You're laying down the law.
Shmedlap's in the Fog -- the worst Fog, the Fog most of our fellow DB'ers will mercifully never know, the Fog that comes creeping in with the marine layer but which never rolls back to the sea by lunch-time. Shmedlap is Hollywood Scum now. He's Lola in the Barry Manilow "Copacabana" song. He's That Guy you see down at the end of the bar at Formosa, with a satchel full of spec screenplays and a three-day growth, still harboring The Dream, just waiting for That Call from Mr. Warner. It ain't the Boulevard of Broken Dreams for nothing.
You? You've been given a gift here. He's given you the gift of yourself. Not just the need, the Freedom to define Who You Are and How You Roll.
Let's cut to the chase here -- does anyone really believe I'm as grounded as I sound? I'm a mental case! But the one thing I know is that this divorce has been a gift to me -- I am in Complete Control of defining how I act, how I react, and who I become as a result of it. That might NEVER have happened without the Bomb. That's what has given me the power to forgive WAW. Would I prefer not to be divorced? Of course! But given that I am, who better to determine How I Roll than....me?
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my thread is long and whiny and all over the place
Feh! You want long and whiny and all over the place? Lisez le chapitre 1 en l'histoire du Smiley's Person! You've got to have the long and whiny and all over the place to get where you're going.
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I'm having another OMFG tantrum and letting his little comments get to me
"letting"
That's the most important word you've written in the past 2 weeks.
If it suits you, I'm going to e- you in the alt later this week. We're going to do this thing together. You'll be visible. You'll exist.
