"It was the kind of place many New Yorkers dream about, the sort of impossibly beautiful apartment movie directors cast as home for “arty” characters who would more likely be living in a cold-water collective in Bushwick in the real world. For a time, it was Ms. Williams’s dream home. She and her husband, both of whom are in television production, moved in two days before Christmas in 2007 after a renovation, at the time not yet complete, that had already taken about a year. Two weeks later, Ms. Williams’s husband moved out. He was done, he told his wife, with the renovation, and the marriage. Perhaps there were unseen fissures in the marriage that the stress of the renovation cracked wide open; perhaps the 14-year relationship had run its course. Whatever Tolstoyan truth Ms. Williams and her husband embodied is not the subject of this story. (He has asked not to be mentioned by name.)"
- edythe
from Bookmarklet
my house was no NYC loft, but it was my dream house. Divorce is AWFUL.
- edythe
nothing is forever..................
- VAL D. Zone
"He was done, he told his wife." Where have I heard this before? oh yeah, Mr. R. "I'm DONE" D. That's what they say after 14 years...or five. Murr. At least I wasn't forced to sell my home. That still sucks, P., but you will have a new dream home--I know it.
- maidel
*grabs P in his arms, swoops around, does a dip and lays one on her -- in a platonic sense, of course* :D
- Derrick
kisses and much gratitude to Mai, Parth, Derrick, and Cecily. You are all too kind to indulge my moments of bitterness and self-pity. I wish it were not still there, but it is, a bit... Bless you for being kind instead of judging me harshly, because I looked back at this after I first posted it and thought, "Oh, Polly, now... *please.*" Derrick: :) :) :) :) :) :)
- edythe