Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Decision #8

I spent the next few days wondering what to do, my mom gave me lots of hugs, she told me she could not advise me what to do, she wanted to stay out of it. Even when I talked to my good friend Ruth, she said I would have to make up my mind and she said at this time he may still be very much in love with his wife. When I heard this I really did not have a clue of what to do, after all I just met the guy and we had two dates, a few kisses, I didn't know him at all. I just knew I was miserable, and I liked the way he hugged and kissed me, it made me feel warm and safe, not like any other date I had before this.

I knew I had to come to some decision, he was calling me all the time and so was his sister Sandy. I did ask her why she had not mention the divorce, she said Wayne wanted to be the one to tell me, Sandy also told me he was not in love with Jolene. She told me his wife was going out on him, she even brought her dates home and parked in the yard for him to see them. I have read and heard that love hurts and I sure was feeling it now.

I decided to talk to him about all this, even if I made a mistake I figured at this time in my life I probably could handle it, after all I survived my aunt. A person is sometimes their own worse enemy, thoughts go through your mind, you make up a situation you think is going to happen, at this point I did not know exactly what I was going to say to him, but I knew I wanted him in my life, no matter how long that would be. I called him up and we agreed to meet Friday night at seven, if this did not work out, I had all weekend to cry my eyes out.

I let him kiss and hug me, don't know why, just wanted to feel him close to me before I tried to make sense out of all this. I came right out and ask him if he was still in love with his wife, and he said no, but he did love his kids. He said she had hurt him down deep and the things she did against him and the children was unforgiving. I can't say what they were because this hurts even to this day, and when I read or see on TV the same things other mothers do to their kids, I think of Jolene. She took them home to her mom, this was 1958, and he never saw them until they got in touch with him in 1977. Too much time, heartaches trying to get them and the sheriff in her town actually wrote him a letter, Jolene asking him to, and told Wayne if he even tried to see the kids he would be thrown in jail. Laws back then granted her total custody of the kids, this broke Waynes heart, he loved those two children very much.

I felt so sorry for him, I just moved up to him and held him for quite a while. We decided to wait and see what might be, and take it one day at a time. Getting back to the dance, I did not know how to dance, he wanted me to come over to his house and he would try and teach me. This was hilarious, I have two left feet, we did decide on one dance step and stick to it, some how I learned a dance step. The dance was on Thanksgiving evening, the decorations were so pretty, we stayed until eleven, it was tiring because we danced all the dances, yes the same dance step. We drove to my house and talked and kissed for hours, we did not make love this night, we both wanted to but decided to wait a bit longer. I let him take my car home again and come tomorrow to go for a drive.

24 comments:

Wayfaring Wanderer said...

What an intimate look into your life......thanks for sharing.

Patty said...

Come on Margaret, you're teasing us, just giving us a few paragraphs at a time. LOL By the way, didn't Dolly Parton come out with a song called"Jolene?

Patty said...

Also while I think of it, is that a photo of you when you were younger in the top right corner of your blog?

Gramma Ann said...

Back I come for some more of your life story, it is getting interesting. I'm looking forward to the next chapter in your life.

Sabrina, Sam and Simon said...

Margaret, we need to catch up on reading your bloggy ... Momma has been slacking on our computer again, we are lucky she has even posted for us! We want to thank you so very much for your wishes to our Daddy on his retirement, you are such a sweet and special friend to us and we appreciate it, and so does he! Now if Momma could only retire too ... hee hee!
Purrs and headbutts,
Sabrina, Sam and Simon

Renie Burghardt said...

I'm enjoying your installments about young love and look forward to the next chapter, Margaret. I surmise you didn't end up marrying Wayne, since you've been married to Charles for 49 years. I should not be getting ahead of things here. Sorry.

Have a nice evening!

Renie

ancient one said...

But I thought Charles just wanted to be called Wayne? Oh well, I can hardly wait for more of this story. This is really exciting.

Merle said...

Dear Margaret ~~ Great story continues. Why would Charles want to be called Wayne? Charles is a fine name. I am so glad he got to meet his kids later in life. I am glad you learned to dance - one dance anyway. Thanks for your e mail and thankfully most of the fires are OK now, although there is a new bad one in Wilson's Prom National Park, but hopefully homes are not threatened.
Take care my friend. Love, Merle.

Isabelle said...

Goodness! How exciting and romantic!

Judy said...

I am enjoying coming over here and reading all about your love and your life. I used to love to dance. Sounds like you were hopelessly in love with this man. Dolly Parton did have a song named Jolene. It is about Jolene stealing her man.

Missy said...
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Missy said...

Sorry I can't spell or type right today...!

What an interesting story. I can't say that I expected to read the end of it. Can't wait to read more!!! Hope that you have a great weekend!

Denise said...

This is better than any book I have read. Can't wait until the next part. Have a great weekend.

Merle said...

Hi again Margaret ~~ Thank you so much for your messages. I agree with you about that guy with the "over sensitive wife" He was so arrogant.
Glad you enjoyed the jokes. Will have to more some more later on. I had a favourite doll that I named 'Margaret' - a sleeping doll - in the distant past. Take care, my friend, Love, Merle.

Sandcastle Momma said...

I have been reading your posts and I can't wait for the next one. Much like a good book - I can't wait to see what happens next.

chubskulit said...

You're a very good writer Ms. margaret, you should write and publish a book about your very inspiring lovelife.

joops said...

interesting story, thanks for sharing!

misty said...

happy weekend Ms. Maragaret!

Merle said...

Hello again Margaret ~~ Thank you for your visit and I don't know about those fat women. it came in
an e mail. I am far from slim, but don't look like they Glad you enjoyed my post. Take care, my friend. Love, Merle.

debbie said...

DEAR MS. MARGARET,
LET'S BLAME ALL THIS ON SANDY....SHE IS THE ONE THAT WANTED YOU TO GO OUT WITH HIM BUT DIDN'T TELL YOU ABOUT THE DIVORCE........
THE STORY IS GETTING INTERESTING
I LOVED LOOKING AT YOUR PHOTOGRAPHS....YOU AND YOUR CAR....YOU AND THE BOWLING TEAM.....YOU TINY WAISTED THING....YOU HAD A CUTE LITTLE FIGURE
HUGS
BLESSINGS
debbie

Steppa and her Babys +Lover Guy said...

love it love it

Margaret Cloud said...

I appreciate you all coming by and commenting.

The Furry Kids said...

Thanks for visiting our bloggie, even though we haven't been visiting you back very much. We have to go back and start reading this story from the beginning. It's a good one!

Margaret Cloud said...

What great friends to come by and comment, thank you.

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