My mama loved the Lifetime Network. Back then it had the advertising slogan “It’s television for women.” Mama would eagerly tell me about the latest movie she had watched always leaning in at the end and saying conspiratorially “you know, it’s television for women.” She said it in that same lowered tone that was used to describe “down there.” Down there was her pseudonym for the entire area of the body contained in underpants. Thong underwear would have thrown her for a loop.
Today I am sharing the story of my own personal Lifetime movie (It’s television for women.) My marriage lasted for almost 44 years. That is a long time by any standards. And by almost I mean that I was officially divorced 2 days or about 48 hours shy of my 44th wedding anniversary. To say that it has been difficult is beyond understated.
It all unraveled quickly, not some festering, hateful thing that went on for years. Over a few weeks, I discovered that I was deeper in debt than I could comprehend and that my husband was living a separate life under an assumed name. I have struggled unsuccessfully to find the word or words that would describe having my world turned upside down. About as close as I can come is my dad’s expression “shot at and missed; shit at and hit”
Thanks to my family and friends I am coping with this personal earthquake. Not very well, but well enough to know that I will survive. It has provided a great opportunity to practice living in the moment. The past is too sad and the future is just too terrifying.
I have a million questions. Question one is how could I be so clueless? Question two is how could he do this? Questions three through one million are variations on the first two.
Perhaps the Lifetime network would like to buy my story. I already have a title for them. One Less Egg to Fry: the Nancy Melton story.