Wednesday, August 29, 2012

1. Recently, I received this advice:

My girlfriend in Tennessee convinced me that there are people who would be interested in reading about the challenges I have been facing after finally 'coming of age.'
These current challenges actually began about seven years ago.
I had recently recovered about as much as the neurologists said I would, from having had neurosurgery to remove something almost the size of a tennis ball from directly behind the center of my forehead.
Christmas was approaching, and I really was not in any frame of mind to 'do it up' as we had in years past. I was actually trying to concentrate on my one-woman business of transcribing reports for a chiropractor and my part-time job at the local bookstore. A big celebration was not on my radar, and shopping was not going to happen since so much was still due on the hospital bills.
One December day around lunchtime, I was just finishing my tuna and peanut butter sandwich, noticing that toast crumbs were snowing down into my keyboard as I multi-tasked my way through a patient's insurance report, when my husband marched into my home office and sat.
"This is just not working out and I want a divorce. No lawyers, no argument, let's just do it as soon as possible," he commanded.

As best as I can recall, my sarcastic self rose up in a futile attempt at self-protection.
"Well this is certainly sudden. What in the world brings on this sudden declaration out of the blue?"
"It doesn't really matter," he claimed. "I'm just done with this."
Probing a bit, I got him to admit there was someone else. He had known her for several years, and they had become quite close. While I was in the hospital two years before, their closeness had become intimate, and he admitted that all of his trips were excuses to be with her.
What is the female version of a cuckold? I felt foolish and offended at such ignoble disrespect of not just me, but of our vows...
And yet, in full disclosure here, a large part of me rejoiced. I had not been thrilled with this marriage. I had married this guy twice. The second time was no more fulfilling than the first.

Although nothing had 'happened' between us, I had a friend who I did feel a deep fondness for, and we had carried on a literary flirtation off and on through email for some time. Both being writers and public speakers, our facility with communication covered all the realms from double and triple entendre, to collaborating on a flirtatious short story and writing poetry for each other.
And so, although I was very hurt and shocked, and my ego was outraged, I knew that I could feel more happiness without that marriage whose duration had totalled up to over thirty-three years of emotional struggle and disappointment.
I don't want to make him out to be a bad guy. He is a patriot, a veteran, and animal lover and he is quite intelligent. He also is a classic PTSD vet and that had been the source of much of my misery. I mean, how could he help it, you know? VietNam really screwed up a lot of guys.
So, I was totally naive and went along with the 'no lawyers proclamation' and the ball started rolling from there!

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