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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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JULY 22, 2010 10:57PM

Agreement. Thursday July 22, 2010

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Delivering the kids.  It's not My Night.
She'll be a little late.  She's in the city.
I got them into bed without a fight,
And soon they'll be asleep.  It's just a pity,
They couldn't spend the night at my apartment.
The visitation/custody department
Affixed their signatures a year ago.
Tonight the answer is, de facto, no.

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And you have to hang around at her place? Ugh.
Signed, sealed and stamped - court decisions are devoid of emotions.
~R
If only the kids were the primary concern of the courts. Sad.
DB:I want to write something on the line of that "-----" but I will say, sorry, hope tomorrow is better.
Thank you, DB, for these glimpses into your life, even if they're sad ones. I hope your kids are weathering this OK. Hang in there.
Isn't there something called the spirit of the agreement? There should be. Thinking of all of you.
Raising the question WWSD (what would Solomon do?). I know I'm not wise enough to know the answer.
I'm so sorry for you and for the kids DB. Best wishes for better days soon.
Hello everyone. This poem snuck up on me last night - I scribbled it at the dining room table, after getting both the kids into their beds.

I honestly do not mean to rant. The poem was triggered by issues I should have dealt with differently, what seems like 1000 years ago.

So in the meantime:

Sweetfeet, yes. C'est la vie.

Fusun, these decisions are all made under duress.

tril... thanks. Way too complicated a problem to respond to here. But really, thanks.

rita, thanks for not doing that. And by the way, today (which was tomorrow when I wrote the post) was, indeed, better.

froggy, thanks. What do the kids know? I take them to their mother's house and put them to bed. They're doing well.

anna1, I don't think any separation or divorce agreement has any spirit at all.

Pilgrim, what indeed. I'm glad he is not here to get out his sword, however.

Kate, thank you.

And thank you all for stopping by.