Jism

In this day and age, a relationship can often be traced entirely by the electronic footprint it leaves. Holy crap, did I just use the phrase ‘in this day and age?’ What am I, 70?

This is a conversation M and I had early on. So early, in fact, that my ex wasn’t quite aware that I was preparing to divorce him. Let’s try and ignore my harlotry here, please. Please?

A: I talked to him yesterday. I asked, “What did you do last night?”.
He said he went out with “so and so…”
Me- Did you have fun?
Him-Yeaaaaaah. (hesitantly)
Me- Oh, so … What does that mean? You got drunk?
Him- I only drank what people bought me.
In his eyes… that makes it okay

M: If that’s all I’m drinking, I’d go to a gay bar. But that’s beside the point. Having never been to rehab, isn’t the goal for him to completely stop?

A: Yes, that was the point, but he says drinking was never his problem. It was drugs. So, he gives himself permission to drink.

M: Do you think he’s in love with you?

A: He isn’t in love with me.

M: What does he think is going to happen here?

A: He asked me if I was mad at him. I said, “Honestly, I really don’t care anymore.” He asked what that was supposed to mean. I said, “Figure it out yourself.” Now he is calling leaving like 10 msgs on my voicemail.

A: I have asked him to go to therapy. I have asked him to do things to show me that things could be different and it was pointless to ask. He really doesn’t want to fix it either. Regardless of if he did; you can’t fix not being in love with someone.

M: No, that’s true.
M: I don’t know what to say. I can’t say anything.

A: I know. Lets not talk about this.

M: Ok.

A: Jism.

And there you have it. The end of one relationship sharing bookend duty with the beginning of another. Looking back at this, and for that matter, looking at today, I’m struck by just how much we laugh together. No matter how inappropriate the joke or situation, we will see the humor in it. It’s easy to say it now, but I can honestly see us in our wheelchairs, cracking each other up and going into great detail about our sponge baths.

I’m in no hurry, but I also can’t wait.

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4 comments


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    on January 2nd, 2008 at 8:49 pm
  2. Interesting, I think I’ve always spelled jism with a z. I never thought about it I guess, but I think your way is what it usually is. I think it’s because I figured it was the un-shortened version of jiz, which doesn’t look right with an s.

    I’m struck by the similarity of your divorce with what I’m going through now, only I’m seeing it from the unsuspecting husbands side. Minus the drinking. Yuck, divorce is no fun but it sounds like you had pretty good reasons for leaving.

    on January 3rd, 2008 at 1:05 am
  3. M and I actually debated that. He lobbied for the ’s’ because he felt it should be spelled like ’spasm.’ Jism Spasm was the phrase of the day yesterday, and we decided that it’s also a good band name.

    on January 3rd, 2008 at 8:52 am
  4. I can see it now:

    “‘Jism Spasm’, with special guests ‘Hannah Honeypot and the Harlots’, appearing Friday January 4 at the Mercury Lounge to celebrate the release of their new CD, ‘Moan, Shudder and Release’. Get your tickets now! A Clear Channel Production.”

    Thanks for putting me on your blogroll by the way. That is quite sweet of you. My blog, young as it is, has now officially lost it’s blogroll virginity.

    on January 3rd, 2008 at 11:36 pm

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