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I see my husband standing there waiting me from 31 years ago,

How it got blasted out of the water. A wartime titanic.

I want him to kmow, when we split, when I took the nearly fatal overdose in 2009?

Hearingt the bad things the cpo[s were saying about me.

And how you had to let go.

After 12 years I am picking up the beat.

I couoldn’t marry you because of your old girlfriend froj UNB, I knew that I was sleeping on sheets that the two of you made love on. That I was making it bad for you. When I so desperately needed your love. My mother would call that “soul-desgtroying.” And it continued.

I also had things that needed rememdy.with old relationships, friendships, the odd lover here and there.

I have been naming the people who were important to me.

But now it is serious. I have NASA investigating this alient report and I have to say qb9ut it what needs to be said and you just have to be patient.

When I took that overdose in (2009? it took everything from me. You hopped off to other women. At no time did I ever do tht to you. Yes, I was in love with Dr. Z but it was purely platonic.

So, what do I have now?

Back in that hospital in Largo when I was recovering from the over dose I had a lost of visions and one of them that comforted me was to see you laying down in the bushes by the drivey of the house across the street where we used to live. Cinnamon, who died at the same tim ea s I met you. Your eyeloashes were crusted with snow.

Meanwhile I was stuck 2 or 3 centeriesw ago on a verge in some ancient dusty crossroads where a black man with a straw hat on was talking to me and I was afraid I could never come back.

So, that is our marriage.

It’s not finished net.