Yesterday, October 4th, would have been my husband’s and my tenth wedding anniversary, except that our divorce came through two weeks ago. This all very surreal. We joined together over a dream….the dream to make my stories, which became my scripts, which then became our scripts, which then became our shared passion, which we believed in so profoundly, that we turned our backs on warnings and nay saying and even when we had to walk out into the great beyond, leaving our home behind, we never ever doubted.
That is the truth. Together, for ten years, we have ridden this horse. For almost five years we have been without a home, which is challenging to say the least, to creativity, focus, optimism and faith. To say this has been an incredible chapter is to say that when one sticks one’s hand in a flame ‘it hurts a little’…this chapter is beyond description and will take years to assimilate. I have been coaxed by friends to ‘let ‘er rip’ in the truth department…’share the agonies of despair and disappointment and struggle and the sorrow in the abandonment of friends, PLEASE!’. I cannot. They are there, but for me, what is on top is gratitude, and so from this place I write.
For ten years, my husband and I were either conserving our pennies or had none and so for ten years we have not celebrated our anniversary, birthdays or Christmas. Yesterday with a swift swish swish swish of my light sabor, I commanded my husband to come with me to the rooftop lounge of the Erwin Hotel in Venice and observe our kingdom together, with marguerita and fizzy water in hand, and toast the next ten years, wherever they may lead us!
And we did. With joy and a hint of hilarity, as there is NO ONE who knows this kingdom as intimately as we….having walked and walked and slept and slogged, so many corners of Venice, Santa Monica, and greater LA!
To the next ten years! TO DREAMS!!!!!!!!! And knowing.