Ceulloid Therapy

Therapy, for me, often comes in the form of a movie that stirs me, touches something within me not easily seen. As was the case with "Slumdog Millionaire". It left me crying and happy, simultaneously enjoying both journeys, as does "American Beauty," "Truly Madly Deeply" and "Harold and Maude."

i recited the mantra that has comforted me in these last 11 months:

i chose this path. i chose to keep the relationship going, to meet up. i chose to get in her car that night. i made my bed,i remind myself everyday, and am reminded every time i see his car at ExA's house, hear his name come from the mouths of our daughters.

i also chose to end my life, but the universe didn't see fit to fulfill that choice with as much relish as it did my infidelity.

222009

Groundhog Day came and went, and while most paid attention to news of having to bear six more weeks of winter, i spent the day bothered by the fact that i couldn't or shouldn't acknowledge my ex mother in law's birthday.

It's events like this that i failed to see their importance to my being, my wellness. i am sure many cannot fathom how i would not know that by getting into a woman's car one night i therefore give up the right to see my girls wake up every morning, hear about their day, lay beside them in their beds as their breathing becomes deeper with sleep.

i envy him. He gets to see all of this and more, and lay beside her at night.

i am going on, as do disaster victims, as do the limbless.

Why not? Easy access and all

This is one of the things you least expect to see while perusing the news:

Of course, the real story doesn't carry the sexy overtones the teaser does, but it made my day to say the least.