Several of you have complained that I haven’t blogged in a while and you’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry! (How’s this for a lame excuse: I’ve been busy.) But I’m thrilled that any of you actually notice and care. That is hugely gratifying and encouraging, so don’t go anywhere. I actually have a lot of post ideas brewing and very soon I expect to unleash a torrent of fascinating, fully-formed posts.
In the meantime, how about helping me get my writerly juices flowing? Ask me something Living in Splitsville-related and I’ll put together a fun little blogger/reader Q&A.
Go ahead, ask!
Oh, and here’s a cartoon from this week’s New Yorker that seems appropriate. Enjoy.
How do you write *honestly* about your relationship without ruining your relationship?
What was the hardest part about being separated?
Are all the Mountbattens fond of yogurt?
I want to know about unexpected joys of being separated that you’ve discovered (if there are some) that have nothing to do with men.
Laura, There have been many unexpected joys, such as: having my very own bedroom again to decorate with nothing but my own stuff, having a queen-sized bed all to myself, less laundry to do and no apple cores lying around. Being able to miss my kids since I only see them 1/2 of the time now, having time all to myself (this doesn’t happen when you’re married w/kids), spending more time with my friends, not having to listen to opera or overhear TV shows like Entourage or Deadwood.
Wogie, I’m not really enough of an authority on British royalty to answer this one.
Pam,
The excruciating emotional pain of that first year or so, especially the feelings of loss and guilt and failure.
Jennifer, I’m not sure which relationship you’re referring to, but it’s incredibly hard to strike a balance. I tend to hold back and not say certain things for fear of revealing too much and hurting certain people.
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