For the first time since the Fourth of July 2013, I am getting out of town.
Much-needed time away.
To see family and friends I love.
To eat, drink and be merry.
To just be… me.
The last time I took any sort of legit trip and felt like me was the summer of 2011.
My son was three.
I still thought I was going to get to stay married for the rest of my life.
That’s a level of comfort and security I think most married people take for granted. Because they get bored. That’s a sad thing.
We went to Myrtle Beach, S.C. It’s a little cliché for Ohio families to go to Myrtle. But it also makes a lot of sense. Because it’s probably the best family spot not named Disney World I’ve ever been to. Kids can be kids. Adults can be adults.
On the drive home from that trip, I was deliriously tired.
We stopped at a McDonald’s with another family with whom we were traveling.
I had to go to the bathroom.
You know, number two.
You know, poop.
I have a slight phobia about this sort of thing in public places. You can read more about that here.
Because I don’t want to get Public Restroom AIDS, I try to use lots of protective layering in the very rare instance when I’m required to do this.
On this particular fateful morning, the protective layering was lots of toilet paper.
I finished my business. Washed up. And walked back out where my wife, son and friends were sitting.
My friend Josh started laughing at me right away and taking photos.
I looked down. I had about a half roll worth of toilet paper sticking out the back of my shorts and flying around behind me like a Hawaiian grass skirt.
I muttered an expletive and walked back to the bathroom. Dozens of people were amused. But we were in West Virginia, I didn’t know anyone, and I was pretty hungover, so I didn’t really care.
But that’s still one of those moments that sticks with you after your wife leaves.
Like maybe that was just one more piece of straw that finally broke the camel’s back for her.
The asshole with the toilet paper dangling from his shorts.
New MBTTTR Voices
A few awesome bloggers agreed to guest post for me in my absence. I may skip a day. I may write. I honestly don’t know what I’m going to do.
But tomorrow, you’ll get a really great post from Lisa at Lessons From the End of a Marriage.
On Sunday or Monday, I’m sharing an already-published post by Gretchen at Drifting Through my Open Mind which had really resonated with me when I’d read it.
And then, there may be something from a Mystery Guy. I can’t say his name because I don’t yet know his plans.
I hope you enjoy these writers as much as I do. I can’t thank them enough for helping me out with this.
I’m heading west.
About 16 hours in the car there and back, eight each way. Plenty of time for self-reflection. Plenty of time to choose myself some more.
A visit to my father’s.
An opportunity for everyone to see how big my five-year-old son is getting.
They grow so fast.
An opportunity to hug and laugh and let go.
It’s been a while.
An opportunity to be somewhere else.
Physically AND mentally.
I think a person needs that.
To heal more.
A vacation from my problems.
To be free.
See you on the flipside.