- 10:48 AM, Friday,
May 27th, 2011:
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- May there never be
another day like today. May I never have to see Talya
in that much pain. May this be the beginning of Talya
and Karen taking their lives back and taking control.
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- However what today
was, was absolutely exhausting and Talya is in the
other room WEEPING. Divorce is like war. It doesn't
matter if it's the right thing to do, it's always
hell. It's why you never go to war unless it's a last
resort, and you never get divorced unless you're
D-O-N-E.
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- I write this
entry fully aware that it should never, and will
never, be public. It's for me, it's for my future
kids, it's for my immediate immediate family... but
it's a story that has forever changed me and will
infinitely change the rest of my life. It's the day we
pushed the boulder over the top of the hill, and the
momentum will keep all of us going. It's the day
Talya's mother left. It's the day that will forever
stain me as a Beverly Hills grandmother. A day we will
never stop smelling.
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- (sigh)
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- In helping Karen
unload everything I poured a bottle of Giorgio
perfume all over the inside of my pants pocket and
thus... anyway I'm ahead of myself. Kids? This is how
your grandmother left your grandfather. See how happy
they are now? This is how it happened.
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- Of course we
couldn't tell Talya's father what was happening. So it
turned into some dreadful FBI stakeout where one of us
had to watch him as he left for work and stakeout the
parking lot while the other did a load of shit and
then switch places. It was sickening, maddening and as
stressful as you can imagine. She had to be out, done,
a note left and her cell phone left behind all in one
moment. Talya was first, then it was me and her
mother. That's when the dreaded Giorgio incident
occurred. And of course the REASON it occurred was
because it never OCCURRED to me that the perfume lid
was placed on the bottle when you have fancy-shmancy
perfume. Well fuck. 'Cause it waited just long enough
until I had something in my hands, running outside
that I felt this liquid pour out all over and I
couldn't do a thing about it. By the time I did, it
was empty and I smelled BEAUTIFUL. I still smell
beautiful. You may still smell me by the time you are
born.
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- It was then off to
the bank to clear out her checking account as she was
changing banks. Nerve racking to say the least because
at every step you feel like you're robbing the place.
Karen signed the check so poorly the teller had to ask
her to redo it. LOL. Then off to the new bank,
smelling GORGEOUS the entire way… and then
finally to Costco so Karen could fill up one last time
and be off to her brother's house for a bit. By the
time we were all done we were exhausted. And then of
course, it happened…
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- …Talya's
father eventually came home and had no one else to
call, but Talya. It's just the worst thing ever.
Again, it doesn't matter that it was the right thing
for both of them, it doesn't matter that it was the
only possible way it could happen… it's
heartbreaking to hear anyone hurt. Talya is still
reeling from hearing it, is now talking to her uncle,
aunt and mother trying to process it all. Looks like
we're gonna be heading down to her uncle's in Temecula
tonight just so we can all support each other. It's a
tremendous amount of pain… but we're here and
we're dealing with it.
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- As I said at the
beginning. May this be the beginning of Talya and
Karen taking their lives back and taking control. The
wounds are ripped open, as deep as they've ever gone,
and that's when you begin to heal. Off to
Temecula…
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- Adam
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