When your Daddy loves another lady.

I've been keeping this ordeal to myself; it's actually quite painful to talk about. Things of this nature, don't typically bother me. But, things like this never happened to me before. In mid-April, my Mum called me up, explaining my father was going to Church, for Easter. We're Jewish. He was showing interest in the Messianic Jewsish culture aka. Jews For Jesus. We (my Mum & I) thought is was incredably strange behavior for my father. He's one of the smartest & most funny people I know - so much of "me" is a reflection of him. We also thought, this was just a weird mid-life crisis coming a bit late, and it would pass.

Several weeks later, my Mum calls me again. "Your father put a Jesus Fish, on the car." She then ripped it off.

She went to Florida to visit her mother. When she got back, my father wasn't there. He didn't call her the whole week. When I would call him to check on him - he's been known to fall down the stairs from time, to time - the phone would ring until midnight. He was at Bible Study.

Once my father did come home, he told my mother he wanted to divorce her. They've been married 31 years. And although they constantly fought, I really thought they loved one another. I can't analyze this part of the story right now - it hurts. What I can tell you, is that before my father became a Jew For Jesus (he accepted Jesus as his personal savior), he and my mother managed. They struggled, but managed.

I haven't spoken to him since the beginning of May. We soon found out, he purchased a cell phone, with a separate plan. And he's been chatting a lot with a woman that does Bible Study at the nursing home he works at. I continued to beleive he wasn't cheating on his wife. My father's to smart for that.

It's the woman, who introduced him to Jews For Jesus. And she doesn't know he's married. And she has a son my age. And she's 15 years younger than him. He's 65, mind you.

Part of me want to call this woman, and scream and yell at her. Another part wants to hook her manly son onto musical theatre & tap dancing.

My mother is taking all of this SO much better than I am. I'm really amazed. She says a weight has been lifted off her. I'm so mixed up about the situation, and I really don't know what'll happen next. I'm just working constantly, and surrounding myself with friends & white chocolate. That helps.

Busy like a Muff Diver.

How has your Memorial Day weekend been? Mine has be an insane, work-filled frenzy of glamourousness. Almost. You may note, I work on every major holiday - I can't remember the last time I had a day off for Christmas, or got to spend Thanksgiving or Passover with my family. You might also note, I've been doing this since I was 17. More on that, later.

The "ticket lady" family is in London, for the opening of "Fiddler on the Roof" - thanks to my roommate's stealth behavior & crazy-like-a-fox M.O., I discovered, the mother pumped a good chunk of her own personal coinage into this production. And she gets to bring her daughter.

I'm typically not envious of the priveledged children I work with. Granted, their trust funds are are almost as large as the National Debt, they have more toys than the Shah of Burma, and have a better wardrobe than Ms. Furstenburg, they live in completely fucked up homes. Really fucked up. But, when I hear that this little girl gets to travel to London, 3-4 times a year, gets to go to the Tony's, and has more stamps in her passport than a Sailor, I get kinda pissed.

Yes, I'm going to the Tony's as well - but just the rehearsal!

When being awful is a full-time gig.

Original post deleted. Sorry, Ace.