Wednesday, June 3, 2015

Epically Bad With Faces

Sitting backstage with my daughter at the production of Seussical:  The Musical she's in at the moment, talking to a friend.  A strange man approaches. My first thought is, who is this vaguely familiar-looking person and why is he giving my child a sandwich?

It was my ex-husband.

For the record, he's lost more than 100lbs since this time last year (for which I applaud him), and for the role his hair has been dyed black and he's shaved his facial hair.  Still, I can't imagine a more disconcerting feeling than not recognizing the person you were married to for more than 14 years.

He disappeared quickly.  I had to leave and the small kid was getting bored.  The chaos in the green room (this is a cast of 50+ people and a dog) got to be too much and I literally ran from the room shaking to try to find him and get the kid's bag of entertainment.  When I couldn't find him I went back and called my kid over.  She said her Pop was there.  I asked where, and she gestured to the vaguely familiar-looking person standing next to me.

I went home.  It was the only option.

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