Cindy, a friend of mine, has got me thinking about lost loves. Those loves that parted from us, never to return. But what happens after a love is lost? What are we to do?
Being married - my biggest fear (besides hair spiders and attacking Himalayan kitties) is that my hubby will leave me for a better person (something I have never claimed to be) who knows how to make chicken without a gallon of frying oil and who can do laundry without forgetting about clothes in the washer (ew - stinky!).
In reality, though, I've only ever been dumped once. But it was a doozy. He was not worthy of my time, but I kept trying to make him into something - else. For three years I attempted to sculpt him from a skinny, chip-toothed, redneck into a khaki-wearing preppy redneck. Didn't happen. And I can see now that trying to change a person into what you want rather than being happy with what you have - never works. Anyway, I was in college and he came to my house, told me he was a gi-normous liarhead and that he was seeing someone else - and her kid.
Devastated - I tossed an 8x10 at his head. In the frame.
Took me awhile to get over that one. But I will admit - when he called me outta the blue a year into his marriage to the lopsided tramp who broke us up and told me she cheated on him - I was gleeful. And then a little sad - for him - since I was sooooooo completely unavailable!!!
At this point I was in wonderful relationship with a loving, caring, funny man who liked me for me and who didn't need to be molded into anything. I loved him and his crazy long hair and Metallica obsession. He liked fast cars. He liked good food. And he really liked me.
I was happy. Am happy. Even if he can't decide on what knobs to put in the kitchen: "Do you like the white ones? These? How about these? Colors? Whattayathink? The white?" hee hee