Blogging about Beats, tween fiction, parenting tweens, rebels, rule breakers, historical 1950s fiction and an 11-year-old who wants to meet Jack Kerouac.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
Greenwich Village, 1958. Gonna keep this
one short today, but need to say it. Blu and I got together first because a friend was opening up a store and asked if he could use our names. (Later we took over and bought him out). Then, getting to know each other while working in the store, we realized how much happier we were together than with our so-called chosen "mates."
It’s hell to
divorce but if you’re with someone who makes you miserable, it’s a living hell
without an end point. At least divorce… has an endpoint.
that better than Blu or I do. So if you’re with someone who’s cruel or who puts
you down, don’t wait to get out of there. If you have kids, figure out how to
make it work but if you can get out before you have kids, do that.
Just a word to
the wise is all, because I’ve been there.
For a while, Blu
and I just hung around without living with each other. In a way, I
think that’s the best thing to do in any relationship – different houses mean
you both live as independent people and all that’s holding you together is
After a couple
of years though, it just started to make more sense to live together. But if one
of us wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, we can tell that to each other and
not take it out on each other.
People look at a
hot dame and say that’s what the real deal is. I say yeah, but is she nice to
Not sexy words.
But maybe they are, eh? If you want to stay together.