He met her when she was just 18. He was 23
She was a waitress, working through School
He was a dropout line cook, working through his issues
She would later say that it was love at first sight
For her
To him, she was too young
overbearing
clingy
without boundaries
serious
She made excuses to be near him
to get him to notice her
He wasn’t ready for anything steady
but She was starting to look good
One day he noticed her
where a girl once stood there stood a woman
He weighed the situation
decided He was ready for a regular life
She would later become his wife
It was good for a time, but they soon found
There was less in common
and too many differences
but they made a go of it
they bought a house, started a family
did their best for the kids
they became civil strangers
She was unhappy, incapable of joy
He tried to please her, appease her
He thought he could fix her
but it wasn’t to be
She sought solace elsewhere
not in the arms of another
but in a friendship
an obsessive
fucking destructive
friendship
Her friend became her support
her comfort
her everything
He didn’t understand, but He knew
that He no longer mattered
One day it came to a head
that She would leave him for dead
if forced to choose
He wanted to leave
He sat down with the kids
He loved them so but hated the fighting
they loved their dad so
they asked him not to go
He wiped his tears and dug in his heels
and He stayed
This lasted for years
until His health failed
the job was gone
the money ran out
She told Him to find somewhere to live
and they went their separate ways
For a year this lasted, neither one initiated
the ugly topic of divorce
“for better or worse” indeed
the “better” was a memory
the “worse” was all that remained
completely resigned, together they signed
on the dotted line
to the end of a once great story
They now live far apart
She has 2 of his kids, the other 2 are grown
He sees them rarely
talks to her barely
He thought he would savor it
the lack of contact and newfound freedom
but he grew to miss Her
She is not well, in the head and the purse
He wants to help, but is barely able to help himself
He feels bad
obligated
wants to save Her
the bad memories aren’t enough
to set Him straight
He dreams of her at night
bad dreams of Her with another
He wakes and agonizes over why
He doesn’t want her when he’s awake
why does He care if She takes a lover
But He does care, he aches to know
Was it just him?
why were His advances rejected
his affections neglected
forced to sit outside the door
as she cried in the dark
did He drive her away?
He knows it would kill him
if She were to love another
The only answer he can live with
is that She gave up on love
and not just him
He still asks himself how
that 18 year girl of so many years ago
who loved him so much
would one day stop
and just walk away
Oh Billy! I just saw that this is your own story. I am so sorry. Such sadness.. ni bet it helped a bitbto set it down.
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It does help. The primary reason that I blog
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Oh dear. This is so sad. Yet so true to life.
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A haunting and heartbreaking tale, Billy. There is so much pain in these words but I am in awe of your courage. Big hug, my friend.
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It was difficult and rewarding at the same time to write this. I struggled over the format but I like how it came out. Thanks for reading
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I think you did an incredible job both allowing yourself to feel your emotions, and putting “paper to pen”
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Thanks sunshine! Welcome back
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A wise old man told me, I should visit your page……he is wise indeed, and of course the age was a dig… I’ve missed you!
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I love that you were able to put the whole story so succinctly into this piece, still capturing all the emotions that you must have felt, and are still feeling, over the years.
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It’s a painful sorry to tell. But writing it down helps a little
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So many times we wonder what if. Not turned down that street. Left a minute later…or earlier. Or not at all.
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Billy, I tagged you for the 321 quote me chalkenge, subject “truth”.
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Thank you. I’ll see what I can come up with
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I think it was Tom Robbins who spent a novel wondering where true love goes. Probably other people as well. Things fall apart but don’t go away. I hate that. I don’t hate this but it hate the all-too-familiar story it tells.
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It’s a true story. It’s mine
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Confession on a dance floor.
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I don’t get it
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This is the story of your life, right? Your confession. A confessional poem.
It’s a pun. The name of a song.
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Got it
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Interesting. I think we all wonder what the hell we thought we were doing at 18.
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That is the story of my marriage. On one page
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