by SilverCeltic Moon
Monday, March 31, 2003
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For those who said that I should write how my husband and I met...this is for you. ;)
I can remember the first time I saw his face.
He has a shy smile and an even more shy look in his eyes.
I remember thinking how cute he was and wondering
what kind of trip he’d had…in the not so friendly skies.
We’d met online in a writer’s group known as ‘The Vines’.
We started out as friends, just chatting about our current write.
He was known as Tactless and I was, as now, SilverCelticMoon.
I had been dating another who Mike calls ‘The Jerk’ (he was that alright).
I had been seeing ‘the jerk’ for a year, give or take a few months.
He had given me nothing but heartache. Mind you, I let him do it to me.
I had been to his house just a few days before and
he’d acted like always and of course this didn’t mean normally.
After the weekend was over, I went home, just like I always do.
Just a couple of days later, his mom let me know the news.
He had been hospitalized and had just made it through the night.
I didn’t hear it from him that he’d been feeling bad, for reasons that will amuse.
He had been living a double life all along.
He had me to lean upon, keep him strong and love him.
He also had her…to be there when I was not around.
How many more? I am not sure I could count them.
He thought he was doing these women a favor.
Giving them romance and soft words of love.
In return he got to spout his poetry…
and to coo like a mating male turtle dove.
I had zoomed through the traffic, that night,
when I raced to what I thought was his needing side…
I met up with his mom, grandma and the other person there…
the other woman who thought she was his pride.
I left the hospital never letting her know the real truth.
It was his game to hurt, deceive and to lie.
I wasn’t going to hurt another to finish
the circle he had started...oh no, not I!
She was a nurse, a caregiver and sweet to boot.
I wasn’t the type to give pain, so I didn’t say a word.
I simply left without letting on even a speck of the truth.
From me, the truth wouldn’t be heard.
I drove home in a shocked sort of stupor.
I cried my eyes out for a day or two.
My decision was final and deep down I wasn’t surprised.
This had been coming for a while, somehow I just knew.
All those little things that just weren’t right…
Little signs and warnings that I had stupidly chosen to ignore….
Something I had not chosen to acknowledge myself.
My poetry had been expressing what I had not been looking for.
I asked God to give me some kind of a sign.
I asked Him if he would let me know if I should
continue with the trail I had or, if I should, follow
the other path, of the two, that diverged in the wood.
I got my sign when his mother and I had a talk.
She hadn’t known and was concerned about me.
Her talk made me see that the old saying surely was true .
If you loved something, set it free…if it came back it belonged, you see.
I took this saying one step further.
I set him free with no chance of coming back.
But, I set myself free instead…can’t you see?
I’d finally found the courage to give him the sack.
True, the pain was bad and so sharp.
For months I didn’t smile and my hurt ran deep.
My poems reflected the deep cut I had sustained.
I had to take pills to make me sleep.
As I healed and the sun started to peep out again,
I asked God to send me someone not like ‘the jerk’.
I told God that this time I needed a miracle: the man
I had waited for...and please, let this relationship work!
I started dating soon after that.
I am sorry to say, most of them
were pretty pitiful candidates to choose from.
Then I got an email from ‘him’.
My buddy, my confidant, my critic, my friend!
Seems, he wanted me to give him a try.
I hadn’t thought about him. He lived way up North!
Hmm, why not? I said with a little sigh.
After all, hadn’t he proved he was sweet…
all these months he’d been my friend, no more, no less.
He’d never made any remarks or made pass at me.
In fact that was annoying and a bit upsetting, I must confess.
We talked online a lot, learning each other
as something more than just being a friend.
We put multitude of phone calls day and night…
and after a lot of talking and sharing, in the end….
We moved in together for about eight months.
The going had its rough moments, for I had to heal.
We both had to learn to compromise and to communicate.
In the end, it was worth all the pain, this I deeply feel.
After a lot of learning and letting past lessons learnt simply go…
Learning that he wouldn’t hurt me and he wasn’t going to leave…
I am happier than I could ever have imagined….
this is better than any dream I could weave.
He learned to share and to be part of a couple and
over a year ago, we got married. We are so happy today.
People say that all good things will come to you if you wait.
I would wish for it earlier, but later is good enough, I say.
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|Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
|..Silver THIS is a profound write..I would love to see a sequel to this most beautiful piece..:)..when you're in the mood bless us with it..won't you?..Thankyou
PS It will lift spirits in the Den I'm sure...
PS You are a lovely couple!
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Thanks for sharing, This is awesome my friend.
Peace, JC xoxoxo
|Reviewed by Birdie Houston
|You deserve the best .......and loved your write|
|Reviewed by Marlene Dawn
|I'm glad you lost the jerk and found someone to appreciate you. super!
|Reviewed by Malachy MacFarlane (Reader)
|Happiness finds us when we least expect it. Wonderful write. Mal.|
|Reviewed by Trish - The Trickster
|A lovely moving write. Excellent.|
|Reviewed by SilverCeltic Moon
|I appreciate all the well wishing. If someone had asked me a couple of years ago if I ever saw myself as happy, I would have said no. Happiness is brought about in the most unexpected ways...mostly through being true to yourself and never ever settling for second best...for regardless...the best is out there...you just have to look for it. ;) Silver|
|Reviewed by the phantom pheonix (Reader)
|that was such a sweet and touching story you are sucha sweet person I hope you be always happy|
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|Thank you for sharing such a wonderful part of yourself and your journey. So happy that you have found happiness. Great write.|
|Reviewed by Paul Berube
|Silver, excellent story. Thank You. Wish you both the best of everything.|
|Reviewed by Christine Morell
|Thankyou for sharing your love story in this inspiring poem.
|Reviewed by Jack Roberts
|What a wonderful story! Thank you.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Enjoyed it. Glad you ditched the 'jerk'.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|a very moving love story that soothes the romantic soul...|
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|Celtic}}}}}}}}}}}}}}Oh this is so beautiful
I cried and I smiled and I felt your romance.
Excellent So haappy you had found the right one!!!!!!
|Reviewed by Madame X (Reader)
|Yes, indeed, a love story. Thank you for sharing this.|
|Reviewed by Cathy Montgomery (Reader)
|Thank you for sharing your "love story"... Wonderful, moving writing and even better because it's non-fiction!!!|
|Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie
|This was such a wonderful love story! So glad you shared it with us, I am glad to see that it worked out for you!