When Al has days that are full of pain, I try to think of things to get his mind off of the pain, even if it was only for a short time. I took him to Dairy Queen for supper, and he had his favorite blizzard, Reese Cup mixed with Reese’s Pieces. He was surel enjoying it.
While there we ran into a class mate of his that he went to elementary special education with and we all three chatted but Al could not remember him at all.
Outside our window seat we saw this train. Al used to scream bloody murder when he heard trains when he was small, and he also screamed like this when he got his hair cuts. I think these ages were around five or six. Neither of us at that age had been taken out into the public, so the whistles from the trains, and the shears scared him to death.
These are some of the frozen ice-cream cakes Dairy Queen sales. One year, Al wanted one with an old car for his decoration, when we lived in Florida. While we were there getting his favorite treat, I went ahead an ordered one. It was my error for not asking how much it would be. I thought no more than twenty something, but when I went to pick it up, it was over $30.00. I was shocked, and Al was very lucky that I love him, because I would have told them I didn’t want it after all!
We were all finished with supper, and Al had to use the men’s room. I waited and finally he came out. We were almost to the front door, and he says too loudly, I pooped! I don’t have to take any poop medicines tonight.
I am sure my face turned as red as the roof on the building, and I looked at him, and said let’s go. He asked me, what did I do wrong? I said later. We both left and once in the car, I explained for the third or fourth time, that we don’t talk like that about our bathroom business in public, especially at restaurants. He said sorry, he forgot.
Now we are home and he is with his television relaxing, and feeling five pounds lighter.
She didn’t know why she behaved like this. She was a pure animal, a stalking leper. She would find herself driving by his house and sometimes sitting across the street, just watching, waiting to pounce.
She knew better, but she found her body moving differently than her mind. She would go out late at night, and park in front of the house, and get out and walk around all the windows, just hoping to get a glimpse.
She was consumed with him. She thought about different ways she could run into him, and even when she was at work, she thought of him. She had messed up but she didn’t care.
She had been the wife of this man, but had been drawn into the arms of another, as the words that drooled out of this stranger’s lips, melted her into soft chocolate. She promised herself, that she would never let it go past the flirtation stage. This would not be considered an affair, as long as she didn’t cross the line of her mind.
Each time the two met, it became harder to ignore the body’s signals, and one time she threw caution to the wind, and slept with him. Immediately afterwards, she felt guilt, and ran home to wash the sins off of her body, claiming never to speak to this other man again.
But over and over, she fell into the lust and desires, when their eyes met, and before long, her husband found out about it. She explained her poor story, that she was lacking something in herself, and she needed help. Could he help her to get through this and overcome it. Maybe marriage counseling might work.
He forgave her, as he loved her and he wanted to believe in her and so they did attend counseling for a short period of time. While the counseling was continuing, she would force herself to hang up on the phone calls, that were meant for her ears only.
One time at the counseling session, words hit the heart and also hit too close to home. She got upset, and threw her heart to the next phone call, and this in turn, was replayed by her husband who had a tape recorder going on the phone. She had been busted, and had betrayed not only her husband, but what the marriage stood for.
He moved out into his own place, leaving her there alone to sort out her wicked ways and sickness. In no time at all, the divorce was final. She never returned to her lover, and her ex had now moved on and found someone who would appreciate him for what he represented as a person.
She found herself hanging out at bars and clubs, trying to fix her problems from a bottle, but all that happened was she fell into too many strangers arms. She needed professional help to see what was going on inside her head, but until she could admit it out loud to herself, there was no help.
Her ex re-married and lived only three blocks from where his ex-wife resided. It was too easy. Too easy to drive or walk. She would keep her eyes out for him, watch for him to come out, peek through the windows to get a glimpse of him. She wanted him back. If she could not have him, then his new wife would be a loser also.
She sat in her car, waiting. Waiting for a glimpse, plotting ways to get him back, dreaming about ways to rid him of the new woman in his life.