This time I roll my eyes. It was one thing to see the woman on the subway stairs in front of me carrying a copy of “Don’t Make Me Think”, a web usability theory book that I associate with E and his return to employment in the Spring of 2003. But now I’m on the train and staring at the passenger next to me who is wearing a Tshirt advertising the opening of the 14th Street Apple Store on “12.7.07″, the date that was our 5th wedding anniversary and the last we would celebrate as a couple. Less than 2 months after that date, I was going…going…
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I know I’m not the only person who thinks the universe is out to get them with little signs and symbols of recognition and remembrance appearing on a daily basis, confirming that no matter how hard you try to separate – your past and present will always maintain strings of connection.
Posted in Brooklyn, court, Divorce, lawyers, Pro se, Subway on 08/21/2010 | 2 Comments »
“You smoking a joint?”
Posted in Brooklyn, stalker, Subway, Summer 2008 on 03/16/2010 | Leave a Comment »
That’s the question I didn’t hear thanks to the headphones that are permanently attached to my ears when I’m out in public. I’d just surfaced from the subway, on my way home from playing 10 games too many of Candyland while watching a friend’s 5 year old in Queens, I wasn’t in any mood for discussion let alone with a stranger. But he was in my peripheral, a tall man who’s age I couldn’t determine, I could see he was laughing. This laughter was directed at me. And here is where I remove one earbud, simultaneously signaling an interest in this silent joke and making my first big mistake as a single woman living on her own in the city.
People don’t buy a shit ton of groceries and then go home and kill themselves.
Posted in Brooklyn, Divorce, Subway on 02/11/2010 | Leave a Comment »
I have this thought as the Q train doors are closing and my shoulders ache from carrying the nylon bags filled with fresh food. It’s like I’m calling my own bluff. Quit being a drama queen.
But that dull ache is there, it’s been there, it’s getting worse. Like there’s something big stuck way down in my throat, trying to make room for itself in my chest by pushing all my other organs around. This homeless mass that’s weighing me down.
