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I wanted, four hours ago, to call this post “Silly” because I had, ridiculously, spent $200 today visiting a friend. It wasn’t exactly like that — it never is. Daniel took the car this afternoon to take Milo to an activity. So I rented a Zip Car, to spare myself the cost of an Uber. I wanted to drive, and that’s something I rarely feel, so I gave into it. I believe, now, that I didn’t want to be alone with my thoughts for the 30 minute ride to the suburbs, and I certainly didn’t want to be with a driver. Driving gave me something else to think about. And the cost wasn’t much more, if any more, than an Uber. So that’s $45.
My friend Annabeth has cancer. Bad cancer. So $25 on flowers, that being the very least I could do. And she is a gem. We have seen each other maybe three times in the last dozen years since we graduated law school. Folly! She is a gem, and I need more of her in my life. And she has cancer. She’s remarried, and I mentioned that I’d last seen her right after she got married again. She said, “Yes, the modern era. So much better than before. You know the first marriage was bad when now, even with cancer, is much better.” We visited for an hour (“visited” is a verb from my childhood, usually used in past tense without the final consonant, as in, “It sure was nice visiting’ with you.” Occasionally in the quasi imperative, “C’mon over here and let’s visit.”), and she got tired because she’s had a treatment recently. She was delightful, then tired. We laughed. I didn’t ask her about her illness. I did tell her the truth about my situation — she knew Daniel from our law school days, and he leaves an impression.
Then I went to the food co-op in her neighborhood. I used to shop at a different branch, since closed, and I was so happy to be back. I spent $150 on kombucha, beer, soap, chocolate, and environmentally righteous menstrual products. Why? Because Annabeth has cancer– bad cancer. Because she has a truly, deeply loving husband, and a little girl who asked me if I did all the housework in my house (er… um… kind of, not really… yes it feels like it). Because I don’t want her to die. Because I don’t want to be married to Daniel. Because I realized today that the feelings I wasn’t feeling weren’t feelings of relief or happiness, but of deep sadness. And maybe I can drink and eat and bleed and wash all that stuff away. Maybe I can surround myself, intimately even, with all this eco-luxury and that will make me feel entirely better. At the very least, it was a reminder of a time when I had less clarity, and believed I was happy, and worried less about money. I am worrying about money — the money it will take to buy my freedom — all the time, except when I’m filling my cart with luxury objects.
Then we did a family logistics thing — no need for details — which is always a recipe for extreme tension. Milo and I are both on the ceiling right now, and he won’t talk to me about it, which is entirely age-appropriate but it makes me sad.
Annabeth makes me sad, too. I am so sad. Sad I haven’t seen her more. Sad she has cancer. Sad she is missing out on even a minute of happiness with her husband. Sad about all my missed minutes, too.
What will I do? Her cancer is not about me. But this blog post is. What will I do? I know what I have to do. Daniel came home from the grocery store and was actively nice for a bit. I liked it. I fell for it. He believes it’s all fine. It’s not fine. It hasn’t been fine for a long time, and it will be so costly in every sense to make it so. He’s already threatened me with an awful divorce.
I realized last night that when I first mentioned divorce, he said I couldn’t because of Milo, not because he loved me. Maybe he gets a pass because he was angry and surprised.
I could decide to spring myself. I could decide not to take the next round of grants and leave my job in June. I could decide to leave Daniel now. The money is there, from my parents. If I said, “Daddy, I need the money, loan it to me, and you’ll have it back in two years,” I could do that. I could do all those things. I’m just so sad at having to right now. I’m too sad right now. And then I’ll be sad throughout. And I still trust myself to do the right thing at the right time. This is being brave for myself, and I have to be brave for myself so that the next good thing will come.
There was a point with Annabeth when I thought, as I have thought sometimes, “and yet, I’ve never been happier.” I”m getting back to myself. I am restoring my soul to me in mercy, and it feels pretty good. I’m renting a car and driving to a granola suburb and spending silly money without justifying it to anyone, and it feels good. It felt good. Clarity is better than what I had before.
I should stop. I should just read now. I’m going to do health insurance reimbursements and iron instead.
8:56