Difrent's Detachment - Attempts at It, Anyway

[DifRent]

Yesterday did not start out so well, as I hit my neighbor's car on my way out of the driveway. The neighbors are always parking their cars in odd places, I had the top up on my convertible, and I just flat out didn't see their car, parked where it shouldn't have been, and backed right into the side door. Damn! My car just has a dent in the bumper, some scratches on the paint, and a busted tailight, but theirs? $1500 estimate so far, and we didn't want to get insurance involved for obvious reasons, and for not so obvious ones (i.e., I don't want my WW freaking out about adjusted insurance rates, since we're still on the same policy.) So, that's a fine bill that you'd think is coming at exactly the wrong time.

But to be honest, financial things have never been nearly the stressors for me that they are for my WW. I'll pay it, it will hurt for a minute, but then... so what? It will be over, and I'll just wake up the next day.

Anyway, overall, the day was total detachment. I went to Mass, worked on some projects, cleaned the house, ordered pizza, watched stupid television and preseason football with my son... didn't see or hear from WW, and really didn't even think of her much. I knew she was helping OW move from one house to the next, so I had pretty much blocked it all out of my mind. It felt good - had me dreaming a bit about my next move, the kind of life I want to live for me. There's an opportunity here - the kids are on their own but nowhere near marriage and kids themselves, my W is on her own little journey. It is, I know, time for me to really get to work now on crafting one of my own.

This morning I enjoyed coffee on the front porch and was hoping for another detached day like yesterday, when all of a sudden WW comes tearing into the driveway and rushes past me. "I need to get the open house signs." She could not have seemed more frazzled or stressed. I just sat there and drank my coffee. She opened the garage, got out her signs, started cleaning them, rushed around a bit, said, "See you," to which I responded, "Yep," then left again.

The funny thing is, in her "sane" days, she would have immediately noticed the busted taillight and gone into a frenzy, especially since the open house signs were right next to it. But she saw nothing. I smiled as she pulled out, said a prayer for her, and started packing my bags. Heading down now to Mom's for a big family weekend WW will, somewhere deep inside, be sorry she's chosen to miss. She can read all about it on Facebook, my mom will be sure to post.

Hope everyone is having a good weekend.