august 12, 2019

Life is certainly not what I thought it would look like at age forty. 

There are certainly pros:

– healthy children                                          -a lovely house                     -organic produce and fizzy water


And, there are cons:

– I am in a parental partnership with my husband whom I am no longer romantically involved with.


‘A whaaaat?’


I live under the same roof with the man that I happily married over a decade ago, yet we are no longer together in any romantic way. We sleep in separate rooms, are free to date, and have little idea of what is going on in the other’s personal life, but I still buy him grapefruit juice, do his laundry, and brush my teeth while he showers. 


No one gets married with the notion that it might all crumble within a decade or less. I suppose some couples sign prenups, which are generally recognized as being unromantic. But I believe the vast majority of us go into marriage with blind optimism. Despite the high divorce statistics, and regardless if our own parents divorced, when its our turn to fall in love and get married, we genuinely think that as a couple, we will be different. Somehow, our marriage will remain strong.

And many marriages will.

Mine, unfortunately will not. 

august 7, 2019

I turned forty last Tuesday. I instinctively wanted to ignore the day, or rather, celebrate it in solitude. I had the semi-idealistic notion of sitting atop a mountain with a bottle of wine, reflecting and soul searching, while gazing up at the stars. This, of course, didn’t happen.

Instead, I was roused by the sudden yell of a toddler announcing that he was awake. I got him and his sister out of their cribs and sleepily walked into the bathroom. I briefly made eye contact with a familiar, but strange face, then glanced away as I brushed my teeth and splashed my eyes with cold water. Sleep was still heavy on my mind, my body still drowsy, but toddlers do not allow slow awakenings, not even for your birthday. They ran circles around me, and in and out of the bedrooms upstairs, talking excitedly and genuinely eager to start a new day. When I was dressed, I managed to corral them, and the three of us headed downstairs. The coffee was made, and I poured myself a small cup. I sat down on the sofa with a hope that I would be able to sit for a minute and enjoy it, but toddlers do not allow hot coffee, not even for your birthday.