I would have been married to my 1st husband for 40 years today. I remember going to the old Tampa Airport and standing on the parking lot roof, thinking about the first men on the moon! They walked on it the next day!
I don't hate him anymore, I feel sorry for him stuck in a loveless marriage with no way out. His parents said they would never speak to him again if he left another family. This is his 5th one and his youngest two children are from this last marriage and are 16 and 14. My 2 children are the oldest, he has a total of 8 kids, spread among his wives. I feel like a troop leader..
It's an odd feeling thinking about him and what it would have been like all these years later..hell! That's if one of us hadn't killed the other. After 3 years of abuse I finally had enough and tried to shoot him when he came after me, thank goodness it was long before I knew how to shoot a gun and only managed to put a bullet in the ceiling above his head. I threw away the gun and grabbed a lamp and swung it like a bat and hit him in the chin. He still has a scar. Did I mention he's 6'2 to my 5'3? That's why I hit the ceiling..I was aiming at his head. he didn't come near me again without being in a running car. He left for Korea soon after and met his 2nd wife. That didn't go well.
Over the years I have seen him off and on when he came for the kids or now as adults to visit them, We get along for short periods of time until I remember he is very good looking, mean as sin and bores me to death! But I really love his family and we have remained close. Lucky for me they are 3 states away, so I never see him by accident.
All in all a very odd feeling today. I guess I should thank him, My present husband (who is still on a trial basis after 33 years) was his friend. I would never have met Mike without husband # 1.
I don't hate him anymore, I feel sorry for him stuck in a loveless marriage with no way out. His parents said they would never speak to him again if he left another family. This is his 5th one and his youngest two children are from this last marriage and are 16 and 14. My 2 children are the oldest, he has a total of 8 kids, spread among his wives. I feel like a troop leader..
It's an odd feeling thinking about him and what it would have been like all these years later..hell! That's if one of us hadn't killed the other. After 3 years of abuse I finally had enough and tried to shoot him when he came after me, thank goodness it was long before I knew how to shoot a gun and only managed to put a bullet in the ceiling above his head. I threw away the gun and grabbed a lamp and swung it like a bat and hit him in the chin. He still has a scar. Did I mention he's 6'2 to my 5'3? That's why I hit the ceiling..I was aiming at his head. he didn't come near me again without being in a running car. He left for Korea soon after and met his 2nd wife. That didn't go well.
Over the years I have seen him off and on when he came for the kids or now as adults to visit them, We get along for short periods of time until I remember he is very good looking, mean as sin and bores me to death! But I really love his family and we have remained close. Lucky for me they are 3 states away, so I never see him by accident.
All in all a very odd feeling today. I guess I should thank him, My present husband (who is still on a trial basis after 33 years) was his friend. I would never have met Mike without husband # 1.
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