It’s strange but several people, upon hearing of my crumbled marriage, have consoled me by offering responses along the lines of “you’re still young and you’ll find love again.”
I’m not certain, but I think the involuntary look that flashes across my face is something like my expression when I catch a whiff of my older son’s socks after a cross country meet, or when I remove a lizard from under the couch once the cats are done playing with it.
My gray hairs contradict the “young” statement, but that’s beside the point. I know they are well-meaning and trying to make me feel better, but it doesn’t make sense. It’s like telling a shark attack victim that they should get right back out there and swim. Or, after walking through poison ivy, following the exact same path. Or, taking a person to a bonfire after they are rescued from a burning building. Or, after someone has gotten sick from fish tacos, serving fish tacos for dinner the next day.
Okay, I’ll stop- I think you get the point.
My response is always the same: “Oh, I’m ready to embrace my new life as a crazy cat lady.”
They always laugh. They think I’m kidding. They have no idea!
I’m serious, and I have some cell phone photos I’ve taken over the last ten days to prove it:
I think I have a knack for this crazy cat lady gig. What do you think?
I don’t know how many pictures one can take of sleeping cats… but I’m on a mission to find out! (Don’t worry… I don’t plan to share them… well, not all of them, at least 🙂 )
Have a beautiful Tuesday!