So Jen left off in the beginning of January.
That last week of December and the first week of January 2007 was probably one of the worst weeks of my life. My husband and I ending our ten year marriage wasn’t even as bad as what was to come.
So, Jen and I basically broke up the last week of December and here we are, New Years day at Friday's trying to figure out exactly where we go from here. I know shes going to Memphis and I’m not happy about it at all, but there's nothing I can do about it.
So as she said, we end up making love hours before shes to get on a plane and I’m fairly certain its gonna be for the last time even though she assures me that shes only coming back to me. Mmmhmm. So off she goes.
Now let me say that when I’m stressed I like to clean. It's like therapy for me, I can clear my head and get organized and keep my mind occupied. So here it is, first week of January. I have a couple of days off, tree's getting yanked down…btw…I hate the holidays. I decide that I’m going to shampoo my carpets and then start my massive week long clean. So, what happens….I drop the shampooer down the stairs. FUCK….now what. Ok, tomorrow I’ll go get another one.
I had this little silky terrier, Fergie, that I’ve had for fifteen years. She is dying, and I know this but I can't lose Jen and my dog in the same week. I’m keeping a close eye on Ferg and I finally realize that I’m keeping her alive for my own selfish reasons. I have to do the humane thing and put her down, I know she's suffering and I cant do that do her anymore. I tell my kids to say their goodbyes and I call my neighbor to go with me to the animal hospital. She works for a vet so I feel better having someone there assuring me that I’m doing the right thing. So Ferg is now gone and so is Jen…
Happy Fucking New Year.
That was Thursday. I barely sleep that night, the first night in fifteen years Ferg isnt next to me. After my husband left she took up sleeping on the pillow right next to my head, almost knowing something was different around the house now. I got up and head to the store to purchase a new shampooer when my phone rings. Its my niece…"we need to talk." Those four words are never followed by anything good.
"Where are you?" she asked…
"driving why, whats up."
"You need to pull over and park"
"Ok Em, youre scaring me now. "
"Aunt Sher, mom has cancer"
….So yeah, my sister had cancer. Caught early, shes gonna have a hysterectomy and chemo and she should be ok. After the initial shock wheres off, I realize that everything is gonna be ok..it always is and this is no different. (Just so everyone knows, my sister is well, goes for preventative chemo every two weeks, looks great and has her life back thank god. She is happily planning both my niece and nephew's weddings and is looking forward to being a grandmother one day).
Back to the plot line.
So here it is, the first week of 2007. Jen and I are not together, my dog dies and I find out my sister has cancer. My year can only get better at this point. Jen comes back from Memphis and ends it with the boyfriend. She calls to say that shes going to do it and that she needed time and space and didn’t want to see or hear from me for a few days. When she was ready she would contact me. Ok, if that’s what she needed that was fine. Btw, that never happened. She couldn’t not talk to me or not see me. So the deed was done and we could move on. We decide that our “official” date of the start of our relationship will be January 12th, 2007. I finally have the girl of my dreams, now what am I going to do with her?
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