A Twelve Year Cycle

I am here a timid mortal. Old and wise in years, yet born anew in the potential of the future.

In real words, i will be divorced in mid March, a single mum, in a one horse town. Actually a 3 horse town, but my point is made. Our marriage will not make it to lucky 13 our anniversary April 1st. An unintentional date for the wedding... it just kinda happend that way. (thats another story, its a romantic one, and for now, I wish to lament).

So I am emerging after 4 months of unforeseen complications that unravelled during the mother in law's visit for our sons 6th birthday. I can confidently say that if she had not visited we would still be married. But a Cajun catalyst came like a hurricane through our lives with a picnic of poison. She spread her continued threads of influence over her son's world and dealt a fatal blow. That too another story.

Where I am coming from right now is a place of adaption.

Adapting to a world without a man. But my man was never really around, he was here and he dwelled at his leisure. But he rarely participated. Coming home from his day as a painter, he compensated for his giant efforts by expecting the world around him to be taken care of. So my work and effort is still the same. Just one person less in the house to be concerned about. A sad conclusion to come to after all these years. But no matter how content you are for a time, betrayal can slay all the cherished memories. What was was a perfectly framed world, becomes a kaleidoscope of pieces that will never again form the same picture.

So here I am on the other side with out a working formular to continue with, ready for my intentions to unravel in world as yet unseen.
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