
I know I have not been around for a while the new job has kept me busy. I have wanted to write about a number of things. For one I need to write more about my secret life but I still can bring that pain so close to the surface, again. That is a pain that is just too real still.
Also I think I would like to take Gobshite’s lead and write some fiction just for the fun of it.
But since today I am short on time and my fiction story is still in the primary stages, I thought I would write something mindless about my first husband “The Dog on the Left”.
I married my first husband at 20. I knew him in high school even dated him once but he was just too jealous so that was it for him and I. When I was 19 and living with a girlfriend in a little trailer she started dating him. I was just coming off a bad relationship with another guy so had no interest in starting that again. He would take my girlfriend out always insisting that I join them as just a friend, soon he dumped her but still insisted we could just be friends. I should have known he was to good to me and never made a pass at me was the perfect gentleman. So I fell for his trap… hook line and sinker and as soon as he knew that he had me the tables turned. He told me that I was flat chested, had a big butt, crooked teeth, and a crooked face and I was lucky that he wanted me because no one else would. No one had ever treated me so bad and being young I began to believe him, so when he asked me to marry him I did. Who else would want me?
From our wedding day forward he hardly ever worked, he went out 3 or 4 nights a week, he was cheating on me as many times as he went out a week, he smacked me around and humiliated me in front of his friends, he was insanely jealous, he would not let me see my friends and worst of all he verbally abused me constantly. I stayed with him for 4 years (my season in hell) because of course I was Catholic and we don’t believe in divorce. It wasn’t until he threatened to kill me or maybe just cut off my arm so no one would ever look at me that I went to my priest and after meeting with us he gave me the names of 3 good Catholic lawyers.
But I digress… I wanted to tell you just one of many stories about him. It was around my 22 birthday and I had the flu it was a Saturday night and he wanted to go out and for a change wanted me to go with him to a party that one of his tennis club buddy’s was giving (a guy who was later his lawyer in our divorce but the joke was on him because my husband was sleeping with his wife the whole time). Any way I didn’t want to go as I was sick but he insisted so we went and stayed at the party for a short time then on to a Tavern (one of those Tavern the bikers hang out at). My wonderful husband got the idea to get on the mike and invite everyone there to our house for an after hours party, even though I knew none of these people and really didn’t want to either.
So hence the party began, they were drinking, fighting, dancing and stealing (my watch and my prescription drugs for my cold, ETC…). Where was my husband out in the back yard on top of one of the sluts that showed up making out, I had to go out and kick him off her, they straiten up their clothes and came back in the house. The slut and one of her female pals started dancing and kissing each other in front of our living room window. When they got bored with that the slut sat on one of our dining room chairs and did a back bend and lifted her skirt and ask my husband if he was hungry but before he had a chance to respond the old bar maid from the Tavern down the street that showed up bent down and bit her on the crotch, which in turn started a cat fight.
Well I had about enough so I told them all if they did not leave I was going to call the cops. The old lady said she only wanted my husband to take her home and the 2 sluts had the same request. So they all left and when he got back he cornered me saying first off that I was rude to his guests and also was hitting on one of the guys that came that night (which was such a joke because I spend a good part of the night in the bathroom throwing up thanks to the flu) and threatened to beat me up for my sins against him, hence my life with the dog on the left.
You see sometimes we are the weaker of the sexes. But there is a silver lining to this story… I lived through it and left him eventually and I am smarter for it.
Hope everyone is fine, miss the blog stream.