The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age

    I STAYED

    By Dennie Briggs on Mon, 04/11/2011 - 2:21pm |

     

    cross posted from Dennie's Blog

     

    I Stayed

    By Linda Mutch  3/2/2011 [email protected]

     

    Not knowing what love is, I accepted the proposal.

    Not feeling desire, I accepted, I married.

    The picture was safe, not demanding, not loud. Predictable, quiet-all foreign.

    The college ended,  job came, children arrived. Homes cleaned, dinners cooked, friends socialized.

    I stayed.

    Career became more, distractions grew. They needed to.

    More of nothing.

    I stayed.

    Second home, mountains, place to go, but not get away.

    Another place to clean, entertain, cook.

    I stayed.

    Retired, kids in/out of college, sold homes, built a new one.

    Five acres, Colorado. Emptiness came along for the ride.

    New jobs, kids grown, moved in.

    I stayed.

    Taught at college, didn’t learn. Did groups,  readings, no help.

    Trip to Norway, lover had. Body woke up, mind didn’t.

    Still, I stayed.

    Traveled to Alaska, cruise, Friend (teacher) died.

    Got sick, acid reflux, clostridium, emptied fluids.

    On sofa for months, in hell.

    I stayed.

    Then I left. Finally. Age 64. Years married 41.

    I didn’t stay.

     

     

    Comments

    JESUS H. CHRIST!

    How the hell did you get ahold of my bio?


    by Richard Day on Mon, 04/11/2011 - 6:49pm

    The greatest heartaches of the world are caused by the conflict between what we think "should be" and what actually "is".

     

     

     


    by mageduley on Sun, 04/17/2011 - 10:46pm