Im wearing my heart on my sleeve again. I guess I could keep this to myself, but I share much of my life with yall, so why not? I feel so dumb. August 3rd, August 3rd, all day I kept trying to think what that date meant to me. Football hasnt officially begun yet. It wasnt any family members birthday. Why was I wracking my brain? Then a while ago, it finally came to me what August 3rd is...I got married on this date 39 years ago. We had three children and the marriage lasted ten years, but that is all. There is no blame here as for as I can see. My ex-wife and I both could have made better decisions back then and perhaps saved the marriage, but that didnt happen. We just drifted away from one another. I hate it more for my kids than anything. It must have been tough on them, and I sure did miss them a lot. I wish I could have been married to one woman my whole life, but it didnt work out that way. Many of us have been there. I wish divorce wasnt a part of our society, but it is, so there you have it. Divorce is actually common these days, which I find to be sad. Anyway, we split. She remarried to a good guy and she is happy. I tried marriage again very briefly, but it didnt last, either. I never tried again. It hurts too bad when your heart gets broken, so why ever take that chance again? I guess I just wasnt meant to be married. A man told me that once. Truthfully, my life as a single man has been a ball. Anyway, I finally remembered what significance this date was. That is better than last year. I forgot it completely then...
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 02:57:42 +0000
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