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He has three kids. Only they’re not “kids”, they’re teens/young adults. Older. When I gave the usual preparatory spiel (Kids, school, work, special needs kid, high intensity life), he didn’t blink. He asked me out twice before I realized it was an invitation. In my world, “what kind of movies do you like?” [...] The accident happened and I slid into another world. Answering the phone, shaking hands, hugging people whose names I remembered but either had never met or hadn’t seen since I was a child. He became my rock in the storm. He held me when I cried, handed me tissues. He came to the wake and [...] We go out as often as we can, but I honestly prefer hanging out at the house with the kids. He keeps asking “would you marry me?” and I keep ducking the question. It’s too soon, he’s too still-married, please stop asking. Okay, if I answer will you NEVER ASK ME AGAIN? Then [...] His parents went to Greensboro for dinner and a hotel room to celebrate a special family occasion. Which means that we had one of the very few chances for us to have some quiet alone time. After a full day that involved trying to pull the toilet in my bathroom to unclog it (can’t do it – [...] I knew/know codeine is not a muscle relaxer. My eyes narrowed and my back “got up”. I carried the bottle to him and said “explain. NOW.” He shrugged and said “That’s codeine. What the doctor prescribed for when my back goes into spasm and it won’t stop.” He could tell I was upset, and I was [...] I went to the house he’s been “renovating” for Mama. The demolition has been done, and the wall repair/primer is up. He told me the stucco crumbled when he pulled the wallpaper down, and therefore the entire kitchen must be redone. He says that putting panelling up would be less expensive than replacing the drywall. [...] I call, he does’t answer. I text, he answers. My head explodes more. We do this dance for another month, with me trying to get him to talk to me, explain himself, make this right somehow. Valentine’s day rolls around, and he calls. Invites me to dinner and “to talk”. It’s too late, it really [...] I am not the right woman for him. I refuse to discuss marriage. I am shoving my children down his throat. I am just using him for sex. I am under my mama’s thumb (and after her money). I let That House come between us. I wouldn’t have nothin’ if it weren’t for my Daddy dying. HE worked for it all. I’m [...] Ed. note: My part is bolded Good Morning Don’t think for one moment that I spent the entire relationship upset and miserable. There were many brightshiny moments there – moments that were highlighted and underscored and ALLCAPSed against the dull patina of our disagreements. There was a dubious yet distinct childhood connection – he and my brother played in the same sports [...] |
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