My girlfriend in Tennessee convinced me that there are people who would be interested in reading about the challenges I have been facing after finally 'coming of age.'
These current challenges actually began about seven years ago.
I had recently recovered about as much as the neurologists said I would, from having had neurosurgery to remove something almost the size of a tennis ball from directly behind the center of my forehead.
Christmas was approaching, and I really was not in any frame of mind to 'do it up' as we had in years past. I was actually trying to concentrate on my one-woman business of transcribing reports for a chiropractor and my part-time job at the local bookstore. A big celebration was not on my radar, and shopping was not going to happen since so much was still due on the hospital bills.
One December day around lunchtime, I was just finishing my tuna and peanut butter sandwich, noticing that toast crumbs were snowing down into my keyboard as I multi-tasked my way through a patient's insurance report, when my husband marched into my home office and sat.
"This is just not working out and I want a divorce. No lawyers, no argument, let's just do it as soon as possible," he commanded.
As best as I can recall, my sarcastic self rose up in a futile attempt at self-protection.
