Find Humor Where You Can
As you might be realizing by now, this divorce is taking a toll. I have to come up with ways of finding humor where none really should exist:
- One day I gave my kids permission to sing “Chuck” in the name game song (previously forbidden). Sing along now, “Chuck, duck, bo buck fee fie fo F*&#….”
- I named my vacuum cleaner after the Step-Mom, yeah, it’s a Dyson so Jill never loses suction.
- I remember the great times I had with my whole family, yes, even the former husband.
- I think about the day my kids discover that they were used like pawns, fodder, just to hurt me.
- I try to imagine the day that the Former Spouse meets St. Peter, in my imagination his making up rationalizations for his treatment of me is riotously funny.
- I pretend I am in disguise and watching my son in a play.
- I sing songs loudly which I dedicate to Chuck, Jill, her sister Robin, and my once monster-in-law: some great ones are
- “Mean” by Taylor Swift and
- “Pigs, Three Different Ones” by Pink Floyd.
- I imagine Jill actually catches him being unfaithful.
- but my favorite one is the one where these guys just get over hurting me and decide to work together as an extended family.
UPDATE AUGUST 29, 2016
I’m writing a documentary about Television and movies and their role in Parental Alienation. The focus will be how society is almost encouraging the breakdown of family, and its long tern effect upon adult children.
Write me to help out please.