Comments on: Dad, Elvis & Divorce http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/02/25/focusing-on-anything-but-me/ Relative stupidity . . . Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:42:12 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: amandalinn http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/02/25/focusing-on-anything-but-me/#comment-674 amandalinn Sun, 02 Mar 2008 14:32:56 +0000 http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/02/25/focusing-on-anything-but-me/#comment-674 Oh I forgot to say my parents were married in Vegas. I never knew the date and I never thought to wonder why that was... I'm such a genius. I was married downtown, where I live, on a Wednesday, with one friend there, and then I went to work. My husband went home to bed vomiting with "food poisoning". Sure. We were divorced a year later just as easily (as we had nothing to divide up and no children.) Also... my family doesn't have funerals, probably to hide family secrets. I've never been to the funeral of a relative. Oh I forgot to say my parents were married in Vegas. I never knew the date and I never thought to wonder why that was… I’m such a genius.
I was married downtown, where I live, on a Wednesday, with one friend there, and then I went to work. My husband went home to bed vomiting with “food poisoning”. Sure.
We were divorced a year later just as easily (as we had nothing to divide up and no children.)
Also… my family doesn’t have funerals, probably to hide family secrets. I’ve never been to the funeral of a relative.

]]> By: amandalinn http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/02/25/focusing-on-anything-but-me/#comment-673 amandalinn Sun, 02 Mar 2008 14:27:43 +0000 http://pamajama.wordpress.com/2007/02/25/focusing-on-anything-but-me/#comment-673 Here is where our stories diverge a bit. My dad lived til I was 37, but I had not seen him since I was 20, as he was a mean wife beating alky. But also because my mother taught me a strict general policy of non-forgiveness, which haunts my life to this day, and is part of the reason I have hardly any friends and know none of my family. Here is where our stories diverge a bit. My dad lived til I was 37, but I had not seen him since I was 20, as he was a mean wife beating alky. But also because my mother taught me a strict general policy of non-forgiveness, which haunts my life to this day, and is part of the reason I have hardly any friends and know none of my family.

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