A Late Father’s Day Thank You

Thank you, George Edwin Allen, for being a strong example of a family man and father, and being the role model for my own father.
My Grandfather Allen
My Grandfather and Grandmother Allen

Thank you, Albert Davie McDonald, for being the only grandfather I knew as a child, and raising your daughter to be a great mom.
My Grandfather McDonald
My Grandfather and Grandmother McDonald

Thank you is woefully inadequate for Hoyt Albion Allen, so I’ll just say I love you, Daddy.
My Daddy, Elementary  School AgeMy Daddy, Middle School Age
Me and my Daddy
Reverend Hoyt A. Allen

I’ve learned something today…

First of all, I’ve learned it really makes me mad when Blogger isn’t letting me log in to post something…

I am remarkably okay with my divorce. I don’t want to live with Scott anymore. I still care for him, and probably always will, but I can say with 100% certainty that I no longer love him. I am certainly not in love with him, and I can almost pinpoint the time when that ceased to be the case.

But there is something I learned today about divorce…you lose a lot more than a spouse you can’t get along with, a house that is filthy to the point of making you sick, or a last name that you never really wanted in the first place. You lose a family.

Today I saw two of Scott’s brothers and his nephew Zach. Somehow, because I haven’t seen them since we decided to get a divorce, it was almost easy for me to just close that chapter of my life. It was simple: I never had brothers, I never had sisters other than my biological sister Susan. I never had nieces or nephews or mothers/fathers-in-law. I’m very good at that kind of closure…cut it off like it was never there and it can’t hurt you.

But it can…in very real and painful ways. Jack hugged me and told me he missed me. Chris asked how I was, and it wasn’t just a cursory “how are you” that you’d toss out to a stranger you pass in the hallway. And when I hugged each of them…well, after I left the Anderson House and lead my sister and her husband back up to Greenville, I cried about half of the way. Luckily everything in my car was an allergen at that point so it wasn’t out of the ordinary that my eyes were red and nose was stuffy by the time we got to my house. I’d been washing dishes when Scott and Chris came by to bring me the lawnmower and barstools, and after they left I cried again.

I lost a huge family in one blink of an eye. In one late night conversation with Scott, I lost three brothers, four sisters, two nephews and three nieces. I lost two mothers-in-law and a father-in-law. Today was the first time I’d seen any of them since Christmas 2004, and I just hadn’t thought about how much I missed them…or how much THEY were the reason I stayed with Scott as long as I did. He and I should have split in 2001, but at least for my part I stayed with him because I loved THEM. On the one hand it was good that both Chris and Jack gave me a hug and were still friendly, but I think it just made things hurt all the more.

I have to get out of South Carolina if my heart is ever going to completely heal. That’s what I’ve learned today.

On Renn Fests, Sofas, and the Dining Room Floor

My season with the Georgia Renaissance Festival has now come to a close. I went yesterday with all three greyhounds, but luckily we had an abundance of handlers so I spent a lot of the day dogless! I say luckily…but I admit to being a bit giddy every time I spotted one of my dogs approaching with his/her handler to be returned to me.

I actually saw a Lost Boys show yesterday…from the back, admittedly, with Profile in tow, but it was a great show. The Boys never cease to amaze me with the amount of dedication they put into each performance, and how much they obviously love what they do.

Hunk has been on his favorite sofa almost non-stop since we got home. I love Susan and Dave’s red sofa, and actually fell asleep on it for a bit last night. Despite the fact that it occasionally seems as though it wants to swallow me (lots of pillows), it’s definitely mine and Hunky’s favorite place to be while visiting Unka Dave and Aunt Susan.

Jeany’s favorite place to be this weekend seems to be their dining room…especially when she really needs to go out. Dave and Susan’s friend Ben was visiting this weekend as well, and he was unfortunately awakened when Jeany decided to break the rules and use the dining room as her own personal facilities. Could I have been a more proud Momma? If I ever bring Daiz down here after she retires I’m probably going to be so nervous I’ll keep her leashed to me the entire time we’re visiting.

I’m really going to miss coming down here. I don’t get to spend near enough time with my family, and when I do, it’s usually Mom and Daddy just because they are closer. It’s also hard to get together with Susan and Dave because of their work schedules…weekends are work time for them. I am really lucky to have a sister and brother-in-law that will not only put up with me bringing my dogs into their pet-free home weekend after weekend but also will let the other members of my renn fest group come along and bring THEIR dogs! Thanks, Unka Dave and Aunt Sooz. You rule.