It is perhaps the pain that takes me there tonight. It’s 1990 or is it 1991? I’m a young wife and new mother. My husband is deployed in Desert Storm… I am his wife. With him gone, I am alone with the spawn. I am his wife. His. Then. I am her mother. Always. There’s a … Continue reading
i remember when the Vanity Fair kerfuffle hit back in the early nineties. There the women were on the cover… and they weren’t wearing designer gowns or selling us lipstick (well, giggle, perhaps Crawford was – in a manner of speaking). Some people blew a gasket. i was mesmerized. Cindy Crawford didn’t do too much for … Continue reading
i talk about Mr. X from time-to-time. i was married to him for a long time, so he’s part of my tapestry. When i woke this morning, i recalled that it was St. Patty’s Day and that means it’s also the day i was married. i’ve been divorced many a year, but today marks 25 … Continue reading
i don’t want to get married. Fact is, i’ve been there done that But this country i call home said i could marry MrX because he had testicles and i had ovaries… so what if he was a violent jerk… it was a proper marriage… disastrous, though. Ah, but when J wanted to be my wife? i … Continue reading
Yesterday, i posted part one of this story (Aqua). Again, i wrote this to try to process things from my life… and when i recollected time with Mr. X… i had bias (of course). It seemed important to me to give him every benefit of the doubt… and that’s what “Marine” was all about. What … Continue reading
It’s Memorial Day here in the states. Mr. X was a career sailor who served during the tail-end of the Vietnam War and on through Dessert Storm (3 deployments) before retiring. i was a Navy wife for nearly a decade. Both my brother and father were Marines for a short time. The military life is … Continue reading
