Happy Would've Been, Bruce...
Forty-three years ago today I married the father of my son. Twenty-eight years, seven months, and some-odd days ago I divorced the father of my son.
Funny how certain dates stick in your brain, isn't it? We've been apart way longer than we were ever together - in more ways than one - yet this day will probably always resonate with me.
We were so young... so insecure... so naive. We produced one hell of a kid though, and that's a good, good thing.
Happy Anniversay, Bruce... anyway. :-)
posted by marianne @ 5:10 PM
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And happy anniversay to you dear sister-in-law. I was thinking about your anniversary all day.
I believe you never forget your first love and maybe you never stop loving your first love. It would be impossible to forget that feeling - that first love of your life feeling. I love the man I married, always will but I don't love the man I divorced. But I'm glad I have the memory of that first love feeling.
And yes, you and my brother created one hell of a kid - MY NEPHEW. I love him and I'm so very, very proud to call him my nephew. You did a great job.
I love you Marianne. My brother lost a lot when he lost you. I'm glad you're still in my life.
Ya, I agree - they'll always have that special place in your heart.
I really like your characterization of it... love the man I married but not too crazy about the one I divorced.
I love you too, hon - the feelings are totally mutual. :)
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