Let's start at the beginning, shall we?
Clementine. What's that all about?
"Clementine" is a song by The Decemberists. It's my song. Don't argue; it's mine. It's not their best song, really. It might not even be my favorite. But it's mine. Why? I don't know. It found me one day, and it hasn't left me alone since. It follows me around like a little puppy dog.
Here, see for yourself:
Clementine, by The Decemberists
It's pretty, innit? You can sing along, or you can dance real slow. I like to sing harmony in the car, but that's our secret, k? The best part: it's a sweet little song with a big effing curse right in the middle with zero apologies. Man. It's like a metaphor for my life. This song... it's me.
Me, I've got a pretty little life. I've got four amazing kids. I've got a brand new amazing husband. I've got a pretty house with a garden out back. I've got a good job with benefits. I've got friends I love and who love me back. And right there in the middle, there's a crazy ex husband and some messiness and the big effing curses that come with parenting four kids and living a life that's not as pretty and simple as it looks on the outside. And you'll be getting zero apologies for that.
Clementine isn't my name, but Clementine is me. A few years ago I went so far as to get a big old tattoo that says "Sweet Clementine." True story, check it out:
So, now you know about Clementine. And if you stick around, you'll know about me.