Charlie's "100 Things Posts About Me"
#84. My parents divorced when I was very young, then remarried. To each other!
Or, as I like to say, they had '
reconcilable differences'.
I'm not sure I have anything else to say about this, actually. I just wanted to get the cheap joke in...
No, really. They don't talk about it much, and I was two or three at the time -- too young to really remember them being divorced. I think they were only apart for a year or so. Apparently, they
couldn't do any better, after all. I guess all the other fish in the sea were busy just then.
And anyway, I'm
sure it didn't have any lasting effects on my fragile, still-developing psyche. What impact could the whirlwind around a rocky relationship, parental separation, tentative exploration, and relieved
sweaty reconciliation
possibly have on a young toddler's subconscious? Really, what are the odds of any of that year's worth of fury and tears and abandonment and confusion embedding itself in my little brain, in nooks and crannies that I can't reach with the flashlight of conscious thought? How ridiculous is it to imagine that much of what I do or say or feel is driven in part by the events of that time, though I can't bring myself to remember any of it? Honestly, that's
preposterous.
See? I
told you I didn't have anything else to say.
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