It’s been one year since the love of my life left.
Married for eleven years, then she went…one year ago….and didn’t return. Today she sent papers to finalize stuff, and now on the eve of Christmas I have to once again deal with the tradegy of our ends yet again.
For months now I have tried to string together an alternate life of living. Learning new skills, preparing for new lives. But her attack is clinical and cold, slicing and dicing when the optimum time is needed, mine is to make my needs fit in with hers as best it can….as it always has been.
All I need to do is show up and tell my story, and win or lose, I will still lose outright.
Two days out from Christmas, I have had Last Laugh booked in to be lifted from the water. She has had fouling growing on her since the day I bought her. For the last few weeks she has died in speed out on the water. The rudder has ferns growing from it for two feet long. My wife cannot be fixed, but my boat can be mended.
While the things I cannot change remain unchangeable, those things that can be changed will be…with the best of my effort and help.
When Last Laugh greets the water, she will be sleek and smooth as she was when I met her. Moving from one life to the next may come sooner.
-M
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Hey Mike babe !!!!!!!! A good write, I think you should be putting these feelings to good use, now write a Poem.Thinking of you, now CHEER UP and don\’t let the bitch get the last LAUGH!L