S/W - Lifer
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I'd lived in Ireland, met an Irish woman and we were to marry last night at 8:00 o'clock in a civil ceremony. She's a gem, all of 32, smart, creative, a doer not a talker. Along with a great personality, she has beauty, a lovely Irish complexion, wit and a great sense of humor. It is one of those "I light up your life" relationships that brings a lot of joy into just being.
We crossed the border into Northern Ireland due to complications. She had greased the skids at the crossing and in the way of the Irish, seemed to know everyone, all wishing us well.
We arrived early, got a room at a boarding house to get ready, and nap after the long drive. There were some brawling folks outside that I could see through the window. Evidently not all belonged to the same friendly group. No wonder they call it "The Troubles."
She awoke me from my nap and left with friends to attend to last minute details. After she left I began to be haunted by my conscience. I'm already married and I knew my present wife wasn't going to do well with this. My soon-to-be new wife never asked if I was married and it never got discussed.
I couldn't give up my new bride. I just couldn't let her go. She is all a wife could and should be. Man, what a spot to be in. I got out of bed and paced back and forth, I wrang my hands and my breathing picked up until I was gasping. I knew I had to tell my first wife but there was going to be trouble on the home front over this little stunt... and I still couldn't let my new bride know.
All I could think of of as a way out were the lawyers on The Forum. There had to be some sort of hope in this. I was in one of the toughest spots of my life when my bride to be returned and we began to talk... what a fix this was.
From afar I heard one of the dogs whining at the cat. I awoke to see my wife of 39 years sound asleep in our own bed. It had all been a dream, a way too real dream. Slowly I realized that I had no dual-spouse issues to deal with. When reality finally set in I was more relieved than I can say. I could spend my day without lawyers, confrontation and the inevitable crying and shrieking. Man oh man and joy to the world, I'm reprieved.
It must be that danged malaria medication. Took it before I went to bed. Boy, do I get some way-to-real dreams. Now, in silent celebration, I'm taking the old wife out to breakfast. It's way cheaper than alimony.
We crossed the border into Northern Ireland due to complications. She had greased the skids at the crossing and in the way of the Irish, seemed to know everyone, all wishing us well.
We arrived early, got a room at a boarding house to get ready, and nap after the long drive. There were some brawling folks outside that I could see through the window. Evidently not all belonged to the same friendly group. No wonder they call it "The Troubles."
She awoke me from my nap and left with friends to attend to last minute details. After she left I began to be haunted by my conscience. I'm already married and I knew my present wife wasn't going to do well with this. My soon-to-be new wife never asked if I was married and it never got discussed.
I couldn't give up my new bride. I just couldn't let her go. She is all a wife could and should be. Man, what a spot to be in. I got out of bed and paced back and forth, I wrang my hands and my breathing picked up until I was gasping. I knew I had to tell my first wife but there was going to be trouble on the home front over this little stunt... and I still couldn't let my new bride know.
All I could think of of as a way out were the lawyers on The Forum. There had to be some sort of hope in this. I was in one of the toughest spots of my life when my bride to be returned and we began to talk... what a fix this was.
From afar I heard one of the dogs whining at the cat. I awoke to see my wife of 39 years sound asleep in our own bed. It had all been a dream, a way too real dream. Slowly I realized that I had no dual-spouse issues to deal with. When reality finally set in I was more relieved than I can say. I could spend my day without lawyers, confrontation and the inevitable crying and shrieking. Man oh man and joy to the world, I'm reprieved.
It must be that danged malaria medication. Took it before I went to bed. Boy, do I get some way-to-real dreams. Now, in silent celebration, I'm taking the old wife out to breakfast. It's way cheaper than alimony.
