It happens every summer. The exes come to town. Their visits overlap, or almost, it is all so horrid.
Why so horrid? Because I feel I am the overlap in person, I am that intersected ellipse where these two men collided. I have given them children that are half-this and half-that. My life was quite this, and then completely that.
Having them around I feel shaky. Was I really that woman, tethered to that life? Was I really that fiend, that crazy loving lover?
A woman could not have chosen two more opposite examples of the male species.
That is why I have been withdrawing. If I think about the exes too much I want to run. And hard.
When I finish these damned edits I am out of here in a muddy jeep, big hat and my hiking boots.