Making Life Happen

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The Day after turning, 50, it would seem my life broke. .Ya, everyone has issues with their kids but mine seemed to be a bit more unruly than ever. The relationship with one of them had been tense, even before the divorce, which at this point was eight years before that. Even then, it hadn’t been easywith the, Police called on my now ex-husband more than once for the screaming that came from my house. Of course, it was me, right, because I was the raging alcoholic (not). Fast forward, the blanks aren’t important. So….somehow in my 50’s right after my birthday, the lost years would begin and the next ten years would be literally marked with sadness and hopelessness for the majority of the decade. Gone was the laughter of the kids growing up and it was replaced with silence and a void that should only be wished upon one’s worst enemies. (Or the trumps, and ya, would be thrilled if one or two people’s who won’t be named) were to be treated so harshly by the Universe. My mantra of late has been the punishment certainly didn’t fit the crime, but it was what was served. Now, ten years later, there is quite a bit of repair work that needs to be done, under the hood and a few cosmetics for upkeep. Stay tuned.

Amy

Amy

SeXagenarian-to-be