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JENNA'S FIRST BLOG IN A LONG, LONG, LONG TIME ... APRIL 1ST, 2008
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So this is the day that many people, especially Gillian in our sales department, were expecting us to announce that "The separation of Chuck and Jenna" was a big April Fool's joke. Sorry folks...no joke here...it's all quite real. In fact, I've had a hard time blogging about it for a few reasons.
First, my take on it was a bit of comedy...'ah, c'mon...it's not like Ben and Jerry are breaking up - we still have Chubby Hubby and Chunky Monkey'...or 'Woo, you better hurry up and get pregnant to take the heat off of us'...etc. etc. You get the gist. A few friends suggested that could be taken the wrong way .. as though I was ignoring the significance of a marriage. The truth is that my job is to make light of big situations. It's what I do. It's what I've done on the morning show for seven years, and what I've done my whole life. But I totally respect how it could have be interpreted.
Then, once the comedy of it subsided...I had the reality of it. The reality of being a single mom. The reality of a NEW full time job. The reality of no longer being on the show that I dedicated my life to for seven years. It was quite a dose of reality... not to mention the personal stuff that everyone going through a separation/divorce goes through. Ugh...it's a drag. And although I wasn't bitter...my sarcasm had the potential of sounding 'biting'...so I still couldn't blog.
And now I'm here. I'm not sure where...just here. Have you ever been part of a crisis - like an accident or some type of trauma? During the event, you are top notch - all hands on deck. You are focused. You handle the crisis like a pro. You act how you should, do what you should, help who you should. It's when the higher powers take over your body and make you do all the right things. It's basic survival. It's instinct. You don't think - you just act. It's survival of the fittest. Natural selection.
Then...after that crisis...after it has all settled...you find yourself in a daze thinking "Oh my Gosh - what just happened? How did we get here and who took care of everything?" Yeah. That's where I am. In the "Wuh?" phase.
All I know for sure are these three things:
1) Charlie and Theresa are great. They're fine. This transition has been virtually seamless for them. Charlie is slap in the middle of his Edipius complex and hangs on my every word...he gazes at me...and tells me he loves me AT LEAST 6 times per day. Theresa talks back to me with a half-grin which cracks me up - I have minimal ability to discipline her because she is personality x 10000! And quite frankly - she is just like me. I too spent my days doing everything possible to torture my mom...but I don't think that started till my teen years...
2) The support of my coworkers, family and friends in Hampton Roads and Philadelphia has been profound. I am not a loner and really rely on the people I love - and I have not been let down.
3) This one is the toughest. This is the one that makes me cry whenever I try to explain it to people. This is the one that made me crack when the pressure was at it's highest. In fact...I dont' even have the energy right now to explain it. I'm so sorry, but it's making me tear up again. I will finish Number Three tomorrow. I just can't now. sorry
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