i was fascinated by the Bizarro world in Superman comics. The characters were so oddly behaved, their grammar backwards.... the first time i was introduced, Bizarro Superman drank a glass of sand.
Today, i entered my own version. Dropping the girls off, ExA was gardening and her next one was cleaning the grill. A year ago, or so, i would have been cleaning the grill, the girls playing outside. She is so sure in her acceptance of all this, so comfortable. It was if i was dead, watching the world go on without me.
As if.
In Bizarro world, is divorce the happiest day of your life?
