At the Bar, Somebody's Always Got a Divorce Story
At the Bar, Somebody's Always Got a Divorce Story
I love random conversation over a glass of wine at a bar. Could be any bar in any city and anyone who piques my interest. Unlike most single women, I will wander into a commotion-filled bar to amuse myself and see what adventure unfolds. You should try it.
Conversation is my game, and since First Wives World is my business, I often bring it up. Seems there's always somebody with a divorce story to share.
So I've decided to feature my random bar conversations starting today.
At the bar (after work at Rothmans’s Steak House at 3 East 54th St. in NYC) was an energetic, attractive young blond woman who just turned 30. Her friend had gone out for a cigarette, leaving me space to squeeze through to order a cabernet. We struck up a conversation, and I quickly discovered that “Irene," as I will call her, was a smart, professional, single gal working in the hotel industry. And she was a pistol! Here's Irene’s divorce story:
Irene described herself as “a sister from another mister" (loved that line!). She continued to explain, "I am one of six. I am the ‘ours’ of the yours, mine, and ours.” (Brings to mind those KY’s Yours & Mine TV spots. Maybe their new tagline should point to the possibility of that explosion resulting in an "ours." Maybe they should warn that blue plus purple could equal Tommy.)
Okay, where was I? Irene said, “I have sisters from another mister and a brother from another mother. Together we make up one happy, dysfunctional family.” (Welcome to the club.) “Growing up in a family of divorce and re-marriage has always left me with something to think about,” she added.
I know, Irene. Once a divorce involves kids, it’s like divorce molasses, everyone in the family is stuck in it and has to navigate this choice forever.
Irene went on, "Family gatherings are always quite an event. The minute I get in the restaurant, my sister grabs me and we immediately go to the bathroom to discuss what the seating arrangements will be.” (Good visual.) “It is always my luck that I am sitting next to my mom's ex-husband and across from my brother's father's third wife.” (Wow, that second part took some thinking. Okay, now I got it. Keep going…)
And on the other side, said Irene, “is my mother's ex-brother-in-law. My mother is on the other end of the table sitting next to my niece and across from my sisters. If my mother sits across from her ex-husband, they give each other dirty looks.”
Whataryagonnado?! Sometimes that’s life.
“Then we have the rest of the family scattered around the table. The conversation is always flowing. Everyone pretends to be interested in what one another is saying, but in reality they aren't. We have so many parents at the table we try to keep the conversation light.”
On the upside, yelling “Dad, pass the butter!” should ensure at least three people will hand it over.
According to Irene, "There is never a dull moment in my family, whether it be a wedding, dinner, birthday celebration, or just a get-together – it is always interesting. I have two parents, but two other sets know all about my life and voice their opinions. Divorce, re-marriage is never easy. You just have to find a way to all get along.” (You are wiser than your years!)
Thanks for sharing your story, “Irene.” You’re a gal who surely understands what I always try and convey: Attitude is everything!
Debbie
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