Le Divorce

So my parents are divorced. The demise of their marriage occurred about 13 years ago, so in one year they will have been divorced as long as they were married, which was 14 years. Maybe I'll throw them some kind of anniversary party... or not. Anyway, it's all over and done with and they have both moved on... or so I thought.

Every few years a phone call is made, obscenities are screamed, and a court date is set. Why? To discuss child support. My brother and I are older now, 18 and 21, so child-support may sound to you, like a an odd concept. HOWEVER, now that I live in my own apartment, and NOT in my mother's house, it was arranged that the child-support my dad pays, would go directly to me in order to pay for most of my rent. Sweet deal, right? Well, it has it's ups and downs.

For one thing, I usually can't have a conversation with my dad without him referencing the fact that a large portion of his paycheck goes to me. It was funny for a while, but after a year it made me uncomfortable. So I confronted him about it, and put an end to the awkward joke.

Most recently, my dad came into the city to visit me. He brought me a new pair of snazzy Armani glasses, and took me to dinner. In return, I took him to a show at Improv Asylum, which he LOVED ! We had the great fortune of pleasant, warm, spring weather, so we took a walk around the water-front. As we walked, my dad asked me, "So did your mother call you?" To which I responded, "UM...yeah, wasn't gonna bring that up, but ok". Yada yada yada, we need a new arrangement.

Aside from the divorce hodge podge that goes on between my parents, I love them unconditionally. I am beyond fortunate to have them in my life. They do nothing but support my brother and I, and want nothing but the best for us. At one point during the show at Improv Asylum, I turned to look at my dad, and his eyes were sort of teary. During intermission we went outside, and he said how he can absolutely see me doing what they do some day, and how proud he is of me. Then I got teary eyed, but like 2 "men" the teariness went undiscussed. Not that my dad is a macho man, he's maybe the biggest sack of emotions I know. Mr. Sensitive. My mom visits a lot more often than my dad, and I've had great moments with her too, but they happened too long ago to blog about! So yeah... my parents are great.

I hope you have the fortune of at least moderately tolerable parents, and if you don't, maybe try to see some good in them, or at least look at their many faults and use that as a way to format your personality and life. Just be aware, no matter how hard you try, you WILL, in some fashion, no matter how subtle, end up... like your folks!

Oh, and I saw boobs at Suffolk's production of Hair.