Yeah, one does. LOL. I am super mellow compared to what I used to be.
This one "cross country" trip, like, the poor husband I was "batty" but for some reason I had to come back east (maybe to get away from my mom and/or make sure the kid was returned) and we stayed in this crazy "motel from hell" with like 500 stray dogs and I wanted to adopt five of them. This was not permitted. The motel lady was like, "Sure, honey, take as many as you want.) I also jumped out of a moving vehicle because I, well I called it "annoyed" the husband called it something else, and THREW my wedding ring into a field of corn, (I believe this happened multiple times.) The husband decided to take a different street, after I jumped out to cool down so I could like "walk." I was unharmed but as I have noted I am GOOD at falling. You gotta roll in a smooth motion is what you gotta do.
Well, unbeknownst to the husband I ran into this roving band of gypsies (it was like the middle of nowhere) and ALMOST decided to "go with them." But then I was like, "Well I should probably get my MEDS first." So I did not. I like to think my life would have been even more interesting had I done so, but no Mr. A had the "high road" (Hmm... in more ways than one) and I was like, "I could have left you for a roving band of gypsies you know! I hate you!"
He was like, dryly, 'No. You could not. I could see you the whole time. I would have cut them off."
I told him I loved him with great passion and fervor and he should probably hold on to the ring until I was a bit more sane.
Mr. A says there is ONE good thing about mania and it starts with S and ends with X, but I say HE DESERVES IT. Because in between like, well, l called them "disagreements" and he called them "the ravings of a lunatic wife," we sort of had some fun that trip. That is all I will say.
...... my name in a cornfield did not occur to me, but I don't think I really needed to, I was doing Just Fine as a youth. I was like, 26 but my brain never hooked up right so, eh.
Golly don't miss those days at all.
Anna