Jennifer was a writer. My hunch is that writer continued to write.
Yes, one of the last blog posts references her last book which was then in progress. Wonder if it will make it to any eventual trial as it sounded like it it might be relevant and give a greater glimpse into the issues she was attempting to cope with IMO.
Here is another blog post [long time no post] that references changing dynamics in a relationship. IDK, it just seemed like JFd was rolling with the experience of motherhood while Fd simply rolled on with his own life. Its hard to read some of these blog posts as the disconnection in the relationship seems deep and wide possibly. You read the JFd observations about children and parenting and I very much wonder if Fd has the capacity to understand much of what JFd was writing about here in her blog long ago? Fd was so derisive in Family Court about JFd writing and called her a hermit but I truly wonder if he took the time to read her work and process her thoughts? My best guess is that he is incapable of such a task and worse yet, belittled and diminished JFd's efforts.
Long time, no post
Quote from blog post:
Maybe I’ll end this cryptic post-for-the-sake-of-posting by adding something that I wrote in the last paragraph of the unposted entry. It goes like this: Even the fact that the woman lies in her hospital bed with her newborn after birth while the man is not bedridden, but rather mobile. It’s a harkening of things to come. And you cannot do everything anymore, not together at least. And a new union starts forming. One you’d never considered or paid much attention to possibly existing. Of parallel play, ike toddlers do, they play in the same room, but separate games, whilst being together. And the mothers of these “playmates” are happy,
They played so well together! They congratulate. But really, each child had some vague sense of company, while playing, ultimately, alone.
This was how it ended. And that sounded rather harrowing, and lethal.
How to connect, and reconnect, and stay connected. And keep on playing together, even when there is a staggering reduction in (play)time together. How to pass the ball back and forth and back again between you endlessly, the game never getting tired, but rather the perpetual ongoing-ness of it giving life to something called union, marriage, commitment, ties to one another.
That the fact you wake up and keep passing that ball back and forth and back again, day after day, near or far, midday or the middle of the night. A constant living, sometimes threadbare, but ever spinning, connection.
Trust.
I think you either have a marriage or you don’t. And if you do, well, the ebb and flow, the tightness and the loose. The intimacy and the coldness. It’s some rocking boat up and down and up again. [BBM]
Perpetual movement.
