Riding home in the back seat of Craig’s car, his hand gently touched my thigh as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. But he didn’t realize this conversation wasn’t appropriate. I was pure as the virgin oil. We talked about purification for the next few minutes. Uh-huh, how dare Craig bring Eddie and Barbara in on our conversation, only to laugh at me! As soon as Craig saw the anger upon my face—my scrunched up eyelids, gritted teeth, clenched jaw, and a horrible frown—there was nothing but silence. When it broke, I began to find out more about the man I was with. In his mind, he believed his marriage wasn’t truly a marriage.
“Yep, I’m married, but we don’t live together. I’ve not seen or been with her since being home from the Navy. See, it’s just like not being married,” he said.
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish
Comment on this Bubble
Your comment and a link to this bubble will also appear in your Facebook feed.