I was flipping thru my Roku channels, and checked out the MLB channel. They are replaying Monday's double header Mets vs Braves. And that reminded me of a strange segment of my life.
When I discovered my second husband cheating on me (with his best friend's wife), I moved out of our bedroom and claimed the dining room as my bedroom. At the same time, the internet was brand new and I met someone in a chat. He was a forceful person, and I was feeling vulnerable.
He was a graduate of The Citadel and then worked at The Atlanta Braves stadium. He would call and/or send messages over the internet (ICQ ... we didn't have cell phones then). He became my rock, someone who was decisive and helped me through some very troubling times. He also made me realize that I could still laugh and enjoy life, despite my difficulties.
He enjoyed my story about how I handled my soon to be ex. He had gone on a trip the weekend I moved to the dining room. He came home late Sunday evening and asked what's for dinner? We already ate, fix it yourself. Then he complained that he didn't have clean work clothes. Washing machine's over there, do it yourself. I refused to do those "wifely chores" any longer.
My friend is the one who laughed with me as I told him how it went, and encouraged me to stick to my guns. And I did!! We all need people like this in our lives. At the time, I didn't appreciate what he would mean to me. Now I do.
I miss you, friend, and hope your life has gone your way in all good ways. ❤
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