Which Object Does Not Belong?

December 13 at 9:43 pm | Posted in The Break-Up Diet: A Memoir | 8 Comments
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There was a line of mini vans and SUVs in the parking lot, and I pulled up in my convertible Celica with the top down, music blasting, and my spiky-haired teen and his skateboard riding shotgun.

It was our first day at the homeschool group/park day/play date/Chinese water torture. Call it a social experiment. I wanted to see what it was all about. I think it took the other homeschool mothers exactly .03 of a second to determine that I had absolutely no idea what I was doing. What teaching method was I using? Charlotte Mason? Waldorf? Montessori? Unschooling?

I’m not sure. What do you call it when you hand your kid a stack of books and threaten great bodily injury if he doesn’t study them? That’s my teaching method.

And, of course, once my son was off socializing with the other kids, I was the main attraction for the Show and Tell hour. The McCarthy Hearings—a stroll through the park. The Spanish Inquisition—a cake walk. Try being grilled by two picnic tables full of OC homeschool moms.

I really wanted to fit in, so I decided to tell them all about me—I’d been a single mom for 13 years and wasn’t sure of the whereabouts of my son’s father. I worked as a topless dancer and had recently learned to cook meth in the bathtub of my double-wide trailer. To supplement my income, I started hosting same-sex orgies every Sunday after attending services at Saddleback Church. I was still obsessed about being dumped by the man of my dreams. And I’d always wanted to be a writer.

Ok…so I didn’t really say that. Well, not all of it anyway. But it certainly would’ve made the day more interesting if I had.



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  1. I just finished the breakup diet and I LOVED it. Just wanted you to know. πŸ™‚

  2. Well, if that was your life…Whew.

    I wanted to give you a short break-up story and a break-up tip so email me when you get a chance. The links on your pages don’t seem to like me.

    • Yep. That was my life. And there was sooo much more that didn’t make it into the book. I guess I’ll have to be a total narcissist and write another one! LOL

      BTW, not sure why I never received notification of these comments. Hmmm…

  3. Hi Annette, thanks for stopping by my blog. I’m poking around on your site. Very nicely done with lots to do. Someday my website will be as cool!


  4. Oh, btw – this entry is hysterical. I wish you HAD said those things. Would have loved to have seen the look on their faces. Do you ever watch the show WEEDS? So funny.

  5. Hahaha….priceless! I have a great group of homeschooling friends but I know I’m probably not the epitome of their ideal homeschooling mom, lol. Would that we could all just be ourselves without worrying about being judged.

    • My old homeschooling group never knew I was working as a dancer. I just didn’t want to go there with the conversation and didn’t want that fact to affect the way they interacted with my son. Not that what I did for a living was their business anyway.

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