Dear Diary
I met on the net an incredible lot
of the selfsame people, who do give a jot!
I got lucky one day
I tuned into the "web," and there in front of my huge blues eyes
were people talking! and to my surprise....
they cared! they were interested! they we not in diguise!
......excuse the very bad attempt at poetry.... I am not known for my serious state of mind, I sometimes turn things into a story.......
Did I ever tell you the story of my husband's "attack"????? hmmmmm,
My marriage was an arranged one! yes, yes it does happen....despite the fact that it was not done strictly out of the kindness of her heart, but rather what she thought she could gain! (my mother that is)
It is like this.... Coming as I do from a very matriarchal
family, the dominant Jewish grandmother and mother (the former is dead,
and the latter is the mother! ....pushed me into a marriage at 18! This
fortunately was to my best friend and only boyfriend (fortunately, we are
still good friends to-day!).
Anyway, she knew Eaden, my spouse, through business and, on hearing that
he too was in the process of divorce, arranged that we should meet, having
filled his head with all sorts of stories!
So? I met him........liked him.....and as my one oldest-die-hard friend says, "how you could see the gold, under all that shit, I will never know!" He was bitter, having been married for 13 years, 4 children, and wifey had run away with a truck driver or something like that! Not that I blame her, 'cos it is not, has not been easy to live with a man who is married to his work!
Well.....we met, 28 years ago, 1st May! I liked him, he was.....soft?.....he was his own man......didn't need anybody....especially other men!....I saw humour in him, I saw something I liked a lot! So.....I trained him! first thing I did, was to not allow him to cut his hair....(he used to have it cut every week!) I was of course a "Flower child" then..........then I bought him some face cream., 'cos he used to shave twice a day.........then I chucked all his clothes out......then I cajoled? him into laughing......and enjoying himself a little.....then I lived with him, (house trained him a little) and then I decided to marry him. Then I promptly had two babies, (he did not want anymore) and I said bullshit...I want two red-haired sons, and so he gave them to me. Oh, and I made him play bridge with me and my two friends.....which he has been doing every Monday night for 25 years! They love him too bits!
When I think back......would I do it again?...hmmmmmm.....oh yes! I would have trained him better, and insisted that he take time off...but what the hell.....he has taught me a lot too. I have been spoilt, he is not as rich as I would have dreamt (in money)....but we have a lot more than most...he taught me values....and I taught him life? hee hee He will be 61 this year...and I find that hard to believe.......he is in fact almost my best friend.....and hell! he puts up with me! that cannot be easy....I mean he bought a Harley Davidson..... and now he is buying me one too!!
I am a Gypsy at heart...not just that I want to wander around, but ? I dunno.... My cyber world is apart from him.....sometimes I might tell him a little story....or relate something....but the rest I keep to myself. He is artistic, (a cabinet maker) shrewd, kind and very caring.....oh and sexy too........doesnt drink at all.........and never? puts me down? He thinks I am a fool......'cos I do a lot for other people.....oh the people I have fed and housed!!!! you would not believe!!! Total strangers!!! I never have money, cannot budget to save my life........work like a dog and spend it all on things and my sons......yet, I lecture on finance.......ain't life odd?
look
here for his Lordship's current mode of transport....LOL!!
