I Need a Hobby

Today I went to the store with my ex in an effort to repair our financial train wreck.  I wanted to bounce some ideas off of him for increasing the income and decreasing our expenditures. 

The D-word does come up, but he doesn't want that.  I think its the only way but he wants to try repairing the economic damage before fixing the marital woes.  After eleven years semi-separated, I'm not sure the relationship can be salvaged.  I'd like to end this without condemning either one of us to a life of poverty and alimony.  

I think I'm too late. 

I learned that he makes $1,200 per month now.  I reasoned that I could easily make the same amount without risking an alimony assignment in the event of our divorce.  So, I decided that I'm going to start selling my art and recordings online. 

I spent some time looking at art supplies before I had the thought I should ask him if he knew a female tattoo artist. 

Why?

Well, I designed my bizarre interpretation of the symbol of Venus intertwined with a unique symbol for Mars and wanted to wear it...permanently. 

He couldn't get the concept so I drew it for him, on his hand.  The symbols are intertwined in such a way that Mars is piercing Venus.  Rather than circles at the top, they are swirls which mimic hearts.  I'm trying to give the hearts horns (ala the symbol for Mercury) but haven't decided if it is too much

It looks cooler than it sounds. 

Why did I need to have a female tattoo artist?

I asked him to think about it.

It took him a few minutes but, as I spent time looking for thigh high hosiery, I heard him curse a few isles over.  I tracked him down looking at the candles....aww, he's such a romantic at heart. 

"What was that damn girl statement, all about?",  I asked. 

I really shouldn't have asked. 

I need a hobby.  Flirting with my exes really isn't fair, is it? 

Nothing came of that.  Nothing ever does. 

This is why I'm going to hell.

And, maybe, I'll just tattoo myself with henna to see if I can stand how it looks.   It'll fade before anyone gets to see it anyway. 

There are some distinct advantages to being alone. 

Love ya,

S.