For a couple months now, there’s been an elephant in the room.
Twitter pals and blog followers have sent notes asking about it.
You haven’t mentioned Pythagoras for awhile. Is everything OK?
You’re traveling alone a lot…is something going on?
I’ve avoided talking about this because I wasn’t ready to and because I truly hoped things would turn out differently.
But it looks like that’s not going to happen. And I guess it’s time to share that my marriage of 13+ years has ended.
It sucks a lot to type that, and a lot more to acknowledge it. If you’d told me a year ago that this is where I’d be right now, I would have laughed so hard Chianti would have spewed from my nose.
I’m not laughing now, and honestly, it’s been tough trying to be funny lately.
But continuing to write – and to keep laughing in spite of everything – has also been therapeutic. Having you guys here every day to cheer me on and build me up and tell me I’ve made you laugh has kept me going on the days I just wanted to lie in bed spooning with the dog and drinking wine through a straw.
I’m not going to dwell on this, and I’m not going to answer questions about it. I also ask that you not resort to Pythagoras bashing in the comments. While I won’t pretend this is a mutual decision, I also won’t pretend there aren’t two sides to every story and that he doesn’t have legitimate gripes with me.
One of the most crucial lessons I learned through my bumpy path to publication is that things don’t always go the way you hope they will. That’s certainly true now, but it’s also true that we have to make the best of lousy situations and keep moving forward.
So that’s what I’m doing.
I thank you all for your support, and I promise I’ll be back to telling crude jokes again in no time.
Did you hear the one about the banana and the goat?