May Day ’18
Bon Jovi sang it best, I did my part but she didn’t. I was ‘shot through the heart and you’re to blame, she gives LOVE a bad name.
Thus she gives LOVE a bad name.
Amazing that John Bon Jovi never met the “Church Lady of MPPC”
May Day 2018
No not for this author but for my ex- and only wif during my 64+ years.
The irony is I thought that Beatles song would mirror my own life (you know, … Vera, Chuck, and Dave) when I attained this age of mine despite using all kinds of recreational drugs (no H or smack) during my ‘formative years’ – when coincidently I met my wif during college days in the Big Ten Conference – and engaging for pay in some dangerous and unsafe activities (fyi, I became a safety engineer in 1979 – when coincidently I married my wife near Lake Michigan – we did not have issues until we arrived in the ‘land of milk and honey’ Northern California).
You would think I’d be mildly upset that my college honey decided to remarry an atheist, who lived next door between 1995 and 2007 – when coincidently I moved to Sonoma County wine country, alone.
Naw she could not understand how elated I was that she would be able to retire next week and not have to work in a preschool daycare center until she aged to 80 or so. My vows specifically stated ‘until death do y’all part’ and I had still felt responsibility for her health insurance premiums, mortgage payments, property taxes, raising our daughter, and the re-sale value on a $2 to $3,000,000.00 house in beautiful County of San Mateo.
Fortunately, the divorce proceedings she handled her self and but I hired a lawyer only to be shafted after we’d been separated for a year or so.
What I thought was my second love of my life, was lost because Susan was so honorable that we refrained from ‘hanky panky’ until my first divorce was finalized. The time was not right for us and I suffered a broken heart.
Today, I am thinking that I would not have incurred a broken heart if my ex-wif did not drag her feet meddling with the legal paperwork and dirty-dealing with my lawyer and the divorce court judge in his chambers, no less. Dear Susan and I could not wait… I recall breaking up on the Fourth of July, no less.
Like a cat falling, I always have tried to land on my feet after losing a relationship or changing jobs.
Death is a subject which I have researched. Taking a lesson from Kubler-Ross, I should be angry, then go through denial, and now begin to cry. So I am trying to cry today so my subconscious can, as my Mom would say, “David, get over it.”
I should just write it off that my ex-wif decided on “a marriage of convenience.”
Excuse me, I am going to take a nap.
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[ for musement only ]