2=1+1

It has started to sink in now. It is now more common for me to think of my parents as two separate individuals rather than two people joined as one. Christmas Eve dinner was awkward at best. My Mom pretty much ignored my Dad the entire night. And for the first time in my life I heard my mother introduce him as “This is David” rather than “My husband, David”. They aren’t officially divorced yet, but as far as everyone is concerned, it is only in the legal sense.

My Uncle Terry, my Dad’s brother in Law, came over before the dinner to talk to my Dad about the whole legal side of things. My Uncle used to be a lawyer. Even though My Uncle is only related to my Dad through my Dad’s “marriage” to my mother, he still seems to be pulling for my father in many respects. They are buddies and such. So he came over to give my Dad some advice which my Dad didn’t really want to hear but needed to. He is going to try and pursue the divorce through a paralegal instead of getting lawyers. I don’t blame him, seems less messy. But my uncle advised against it. Seeing as how my Mom has nothing to lose and everything to gain. He felt it would be better to get a lawyer and have my Mom served. I don’t think my Dad could bear to do that though. He doesn’t want my Mom back, but he still loves her and I know it pains him to do all this.

As for me I am still rather stoic about all of this, at least I appear to be. I know deep down I care about it all, but the feelings only manifest themselves in the form of artwork that I have yet to actually make. Other than the occasional artistic inspiration or the sporadic epiphany that everything I once knew is now changing, I have yet to feel anything real about all of this. Only God knows how long it will last though.