So here I am almost 5 months after my last post….what
happened to the time?
Well...it goes like this…
I was ready to start tearing into the Phase 1…it was
the morning of “D” day (demo day) Then it hit me as I flexed my hammer heavy
arm to demolish a laundry shelf…No…not the shelf…not the hammer…although by the
end of the day I was wishing it was the hammer…
It was my life that hit me!
As excited as I was to delve into this project…
supplies purchased, tools tuned up, and yes…even a new bottle of wine…
It hit me like a HAMMER…
I didn’t really want to be redesigning a TRAILER!
“Really Jen, is this what it has come down
to? You should have known better? You should have made better decision by this
age…not to move in with a man before marriage! Not to let your guard down! Not
to trust anyone with your heart… let alone your son’s heart!
What the hell is the matter with you, Jen?
You had your own home! You had it half decorated when you moved in with that
asshole! Really, I expected so much more from you!
WTF are you doing demoing a shelf in a laundry
room that isn’t even a fricken room…it’s a fricken spot you pass in a hall!
What the HELL is going on here!”
That was the anger I had for myself…then it turned
to him…
“Really
J, f-ing really! We had nothing wrong….we never fought…we were best friends…we
spooned every night and talked for at least an hour…what the HELL happened? Why
did you all of a sudden just reject your family? My son and I are not the only
ones in shock…both our families are…God, I hate you J! It has been 7 months and
I still cry daily…nightly…We weren’t broken…yet you broke us! I CAN’T WRAP MY
HEAD AROUND THAT?”
As I uttered those last words, I crumbled to the
floor and lie there sobbing in a pile of rubble and dust...That was the beginning
of a very dark time for me. Here I thought I had been through the darkest…
Man was I fooled! I was fooled by a man! This was
going to take some time!
Anyway…I plugged away demolishing, plastering,
painting and laying down floors…
To sad to write but just enough gumption to keep
working on our “Little Hell Hole” -- as my son dubbed it!
The design work did start to cheer me up as I have
this affection with walls! I love turning them into art! But, when I was
finally ready to write…that’s when Life
Got In The Way…some of it was dumb luck the other was a beautiful thing…A
blessing!
First, my computer was sick for over a month…then
one of my beautiful daughters moved home with her beautiful little girl and
just last week she gave birth to another beautiful little girl! This was a
clearly beautiful and I didn’t mind it keeping me away from my writing. But,
boy is my son is out numbered!
Maybe, this is the universes way of assuring my son
won’t turn out like the majority of men out there…insensitive to the needs of
women and children. My brother had our mom and 4 sisters and it really helped
shape him! I think men that grow up without strong, loving, heartfelt women
just don’t have what it takes to understand the needs of a woman and children
as well as men that do. Note to self: If you EVER…and I mean EVER, contemplate
dating again make sure the man was surrounded by women growing up…and they must
have been strong, loving, heartfelt women…as not any woman will do!
Trust me…I just went through it…a cold mother will
F-up a man like there is no tomorrow! You’ll end up with a cold, heartless, soulless
man!
Although life got in the way, I have some cool
projects to start showing you…
Venetian plaster walls,
Homemade wall paper,
Lathe strip flooring and a pallet wall…
But, that’s just a few of the things I’d like to
share with you. I also managed to pull myself together through the dark days to
cook once a week for Blog Cooking Thursday’s.
I’ll share with you our good eats!
Here’s a sample of what’s to come: Mushroom risotto served with grilled leeks drizzled
with roasted red pepper vinaigrette pared with a bottle of pinot noir...And yes
simple but delectable deserts like Nutella No-Bakes! Yum!
I
look forward to sharing with you!
Live
Beautifully!
Jennifer
Elaine
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