Still fight for him…
I liked him the first phone call when he needed a pet sitter and my spouse suggested me to a regular dining patron…it had only been a couple months my arm cut open by a knife held by my first spouse who waved it saying he was going to teach me a lesson. He and my first born handled conflict conflictingly so I sent one to a time out.difuse the situation only to be met with a camping saw…so Harland put me at ease his humor when repetitive phone calls from a spouse at work kept telling me to be the perfect wife… I didn’t know how to leave, to survive as a single mom…always a stay at home one. I know I was a stay at home mom twice…second marriage to Harland was 17 years but I didn’t fit the mold of what the image of a wife was in society -what pops into peoples heads first hearing that word. Wife.. I just don’t fit society’s box…so I cried 5 months, sought therapy and just couldn’t be a phoney baloney those that stay without the in love part but maybe that is love…I know without that divorce the space, equity to travel creating book project materials to fund a hoped blog life that would have the whole family together allowing him to finally retire which he deserved but never got.. the cancer won but thru my fathers death hockey game attending not just the games but my heart spreading my dads ashes along those trips Harland and I appreciated each other…the help we were to each other still living as a family in one house. One spot. A spot that holds just as much signifgance is how we ended a life is how we began. Friends. No animosity so common when people stay married to be married but genuine healing to be decent humans to be known as friends. So we lost him to death but I regained a friend made when I first met him when I was 25 years old now 27 years later at 52…lost. Regained. Lost but not all lose to cancer. Some survive. And even thrive. If me as a single mom can who knows. Miracles happen everyday and I count meeting Harland knowing some good men still exist I risked single mom ness once so twice it shall be. Cry. But get back up hockeygirlup…get back up.
