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I saw The Merchant of Venice last night. It was enjoyable.
My brother is getting a divorce. It kind of reminds me of when he broke up with his high school girlfriend( they dated for at least 4 years) and he came home from college and sat in the basement typing a play on a typewriter and listening to the guy who traded his soul to the devil to be so good at playing the guitar.
Except this time he's been married for 6 years and he's sitting on my parent's couch writing in his journal while his wife is in Milwaukee moving out of their house. And he's going to tear up carpet to take his mind off of things and be alone in a big house with a dog and a $1500 mortgage.
The thing about marriage is that when you get divorced you divorce a whole family. So who is going to give me banana republic sweaters that are too small and bottles of lotion and other things dated for half my age?
I saw The Merchant of Venice last night. It was enjoyable.
My brother is getting a divorce. It kind of reminds me of when he broke up with his high school girlfriend( they dated for at least 4 years) and he came home from college and sat in the basement typing a play on a typewriter and listening to the guy who traded his soul to the devil to be so good at playing the guitar.
Except this time he's been married for 6 years and he's sitting on my parent's couch writing in his journal while his wife is in Milwaukee moving out of their house. And he's going to tear up carpet to take his mind off of things and be alone in a big house with a dog and a $1500 mortgage.
The thing about marriage is that when you get divorced you divorce a whole family. So who is going to give me banana republic sweaters that are too small and bottles of lotion and other things dated for half my age?