I was listening to Melissa Etheridge’s “I’m Not Broken” album all around Orlando last weekend.
She wrote “Shadow of a Black Crow” about her son before he sadly OD’d.
I am so glad I have no exposure to/experience with drug culture. I have a giant shoebox of pot that I don’t even touch.
But this song has been in my head a bit this weekend.
I was up all night, doomscrolling. Stumbled across a Thread from women who never wanted kids but who’ve been pursued by men with kids. Even when they put on their profiles, “Child-free men only.”
They talked about men either hiding the fact they have kids or them saying their exes don’t let them see the kids.
Either way, they were like hard pass, Grimace, on the kids (and the lies that they were being kept from their kids).
I have probably written in these pages about some of my experiences with men who had reproduced.
The guy who brought his three kids on our first date was a highlight.
Then there was the situation I don’t talk about because his delightful wife reads every syllable I write and posts screeds where she thinks I will read them.
But yeah I heard their kid crashed his car. Which, RIP to that car. I remember it fondly.
And I thought if that were MY car, hoo boy. Not that I would have given over my keys. But what if I felt like I HAD to?
I’ve been so anti-kid for me. Yet I didn’t have a problem with dating dads of adult or soon-to-be adult kids.
But clearly adult kids can be just as big a handful as the younger kind. So, thank you jeebus that this is not my problem.
So I’m sure Goonhilda will have a screed posted within 10 minutes and reposted every eight days for the next eight years that I am somehow saying something against a not-a-kid-anymore kid.
Nope.
As ever, I am writing about my life from my perspective. But by all means, go post about the Old Key Lime House and Delmonico’s and all the places you were born before I set foot in them.
Anyway I guess going back to this song, I love how Melissa tried to imagine what her son wasn’t telling her.
I only kept a car accident from my own mom, on purpose. Since I had four in two weeks, the week she was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer.
The rest, she just KNEW.
I wonder if she knows I met someone today.