Tammi's World

A rose by any other name......

I hate the month of April. Honest to goodness. It is usually the month of the year that the worst stuff happens.

Let's step back in time for a moment and see how this all came to be........

I have mentioned that I've been married. Once. A long time ago. To a not so nice man. And I may have mentioned a time or two that this not so nice man had a very not so nice ex-wife. Evil. Pure evil. That's what she was. Seriously.

Tiny woman. But I saw her beat the shit out of the huge biker dude one day with a pool cue. Because he said something she didn't like. Beat him. Bad.

Ex used to call her a terrorist. And he wasn't far off the mark on that one. She supported herself with foodstamps, welfare, my money and well - a little action on the corner of Main street in town (wink wink). Yeah - a real winner, that one.

Anyway - her name? April. I'd tell you her maiden name but you wouldn't believe me if I did. (yeah, I'm pretty sure you got it) And she HATED me. Her main joy in life was making me miserable. She broke into the apartment one day and burnt holes with her cigarette in every piece of clothing I owned. Or, she'd show up in the middle of the night, kids in tow, lookin' for a fight. Show up at my office building makin' a scene - screamin' about what a bitch I was. Until I met her, I had no idea there were people like that in the world.

April. Shiver The name makes me nauseous.

Anyway - that kick started this whole issue for me.

I met my ex in April. Every time I've ever been looking for a job......includes the month of April. Every cross country move? April. The one real broken heart I've had? April.

Tax day? April. April Fools Day? I HATE THAT DAY!!

April April April. Damn - I wish we could just skip that entire month.

And today as I read through my daily sites, I realize........it's almost April. I'm not sittin' in the best of positions. So I made a decision. THIS year will be different. THIS April will be a good month. I'm all about breakin' this tradition. Starting here. Starting now.

But a little part of me just cringes as I turn another day in the calendar. Can't we just call it something else?

"That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet." May be futile, but I'm willin' to try.......

Posted by Tammi at March 27, 2006 07:52 AM