Precocious Daughter is playing in the orchestra for her high school's production of "Beauty and the Beast."
She's been working so very hard for so many weeks, you guys. Her dedication amazes me.
|"High School Musical" isn't just a Disney show, you guys.|
It's life, and love, and feels.
My ex and I regularly meet up at functions involving PDaughter. She is our child, and we both love her, and it's totally not her burden to bear that we no longer exist as a couple.
My MIL hasn't visited since her only son and I split up. That should be fucking awkward, right?
Except it's not.
Because I've grown the fuck up since splitting with my ex. And because his mother, bless her soul, is a loving and forgiving person who is willing to accept reality. Bless. Her. Soul
|Ha. Ha. Fuck you, Internet.|
Anyway, I'm really happy to report that "Beauty and the Beast" was absolutely amazing. How do high school students (and their extremely hard-working faculty) pull off something like this? I'm in awe, frankly.
|Me, in awe.|
My ex was, I think, quite discomfited.
|Vexed, one might say.|
Guess what, Drunkards? I'm more mature than I was when I was married.
I'm more able to love and appreciate my extended family.
And I'm more grateful for the people who love my daughter, even if technically I'm not related to them any more.
I've grown up.
It took getting divorced. Huh.
I know that makes me neither unique nor special.
Just older and wiser than I once was.
You can perhaps relate.
I'm happy that PDaughter is happy.
And that, at long last, I'm in a good place with her family, even though I'm divorced from her dad.
Yeah, that seems weird.
But it's reality.
I love my girl, you know?
And I appreciate her kin.
Happy at that, I am.