Chapter 6

           

           Oh,butitwasn’tallbad,thosefewyears…

           BecauseGodneverslamsadoorinyourfacewithoutopeningaboxofGirlScoutcookies(orhowevertheoldadagegoes),somewonderfulthingsdidhappentomeintheshadowofallthatsorrow.Foronething,IfinallystartedlearningItalian.Also,IfoundanIndianGuru.Lastly,IwasinvitedbyanelderlymedicinemantocomeandlivewithhiminIndonesia.

           I’llexplaininsequence.

           Tobeginwith,thingsstartedtolookupsomewhatwhenImovedoutofDavid’splaceinearly2002andfoundanapartmentofmyownforthefirsttimeinmylife.Icouldn’taffordit,sinceIwasstillpayingforthatbighouseinthesuburbswhichnobodywaslivinginanymoreandwhichmyhusbandwasforbiddingmetosell,andIwasstilltryingtostayontopofallmylegalandcounselingfees…butitwasvitaltomysurvivaltohaveaOneBedroomofmyown.Isawtheapartmentalmostasasanatorium,ahospiceclinicformyownrecovery.IpaintedthewallsinthewarmestcolorsIcouldfindandboughtmyselfflowerseveryweek,asifIwerevisitingmyselfinthehospital.Mysistergavemeahotwaterbottleasahousewarminggift(soIwouldn’thavetobeallaloneinacoldbed)andIsleptwiththethinglaidagainstmyhearteverynight,asthoughnursingasportsinjury.

           DavidandIhadbrokenupforgood.Ormaybewehadn’t.It’shardtoremembernowhowmanytimeswebrokeupandjoinedupoverthosemonths.

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