Interesting Life
May you live in interesting times.
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Yep, it’s not a Chinese curse and researchers aren’t sure where it came from although it may be a bad translation of Confucius or a Scottish curse. Where ever it is from, it can be a curse or it can be pretty cool.
For me, I am living in interesting times and not in the “curse” way. I am getting divorced. We tried but it didn’t work. Everything has been very amicable and we are working hard for the kids who seem to have adjusted to everything fairly well so far. The whole thing is a bit surreal but I am excited to see what life has in store next. Not much else I want to say on this since it’s a private matter right now.
And boy did it. I recently got a Facebook pm from a young man who believed I was his father. He was worried I would reject him, how funny is that considering all I have gone thru? We have talked via personal email almost every night (and no we haven’t called although we both have each other’s numbers. Maybe a guy thing?) and he is an amazing young man. It seems so weird though to see some of my features in another adults face, in a good way though. DNA came back at 99.9998% I figured the .0001% was because of a steak I ate right before but he says he had a hamburger.
I told my younger sons as soon as the DNA came back and the oldest is too funny. I wasn’t sure how to tell him so I just showed him a picture and explained the basics and he was thrilled. Of course, it was a little embarrassing as we walked thru my apartment complex and he was singing “I have brotha from anotha motha.” Yeah, about that.
I wrote a book. Not a “on book shelves now” book but I wrote over 50,000 words in a story like fashion. I came across a story about a group of people who were in college and one of them said something about writing a novel so the others challenged them to just do it. This started NANOWRIMO (National Novel Writing Month) which is in November. The idea is to start Nov 1 and write at least 50,000 words by Nov 30th. Doesn’t have to be good, and no editing, just get the story within you out. Mine is about a young man who finds out he is adopted and starts searching. Some is based off my life and some based off the myriad of stories I have heard (no ones story is outed though!) It was crazy, I wrote at lunch, in the evenings and even woke up once or twice and jotted notes. It took me 15 days to write 51,000+ words. I am trying to edit it now by reading it to my oldest middle son in the evenings. Maybe one day I will publish it but for now, it’s just feels good to have written it. I started writing some short stories too but more just to process stuff rather than publishing.
Yean, interesting times doesn’t need to be a curse, it can just mean that life is truly worth living.
Boy howdy! You do have news.
Good to hear from you. All I will say on divorce is been there, done that, wish you the best. Can be tough but can also be tough to live in a bad marriage. Better to live in a broken home or come from one? Only you can decide.
Wow on the son. Amazing really. Best of luck there too.
Yes, life is worth living. Its only gotten better and better for me.
WOW, that is some interesting times!
Good luck on your journey!!
well my I thought my life was interesting,, lol good luck and i hope life does have some great things ahead
Sorry to hear about the divorce but congratulations on being reunited with your son.
My son’s father has been reunited with our son for a few years now – they are like peas in a pod. They have even been camping and skiing together.
My son’s father walked out on me when he was told by government authorities that he was not the father. They lied to him to get him out of the way to take our son from us. It has emerged that the authorities would have another person step forward to claim paternity, usually a male social worker who had never met the mother. In my case, it has emerged that they allowed a psychiatric patient to claim paternity. My son’s father has been finding out about all these horrible things. He tracked me down and apologised. He asked me to forgive him. I have. We are friends now.
I remember when I told my other children about their brother.
My daughter, 11 at the time. said “That’s so cool!”
I asked her why that was cool.
She said that she now had a half brother just like all her friends.
This is more common than people realise.
My son, 14 at the time. said “Thank God for that”.
I didn’t understand why he would say that.
He explained that I had cried so much that he thought I was dying of cancer!
He was so relieved to know that I was sad but still had my health.
Then he gave me a bit hug
are you still here? ~ i have moved a bit, wanted to let you know i have new blog address, and still stop by here now and again. take care, shadow.
Hi Poet, yep still kicking.
Wow.
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