I'm an artist, and I think because of that, I'm forever doomed to be a hopeful romantic. I believe that there is someone out there, who fits within my own life. I hope.... no I pray... that there is a woman that wants to share her beautiful moments with me. When I'm sixty-eight years old, sitting on my front porch, in a creaking rocking chair, I see her there, next to me, holding my gnarled old hand with a gentle touch and a warm smile. In the end I want to grow comfortably ancient with someone that shares my secrets. I just hope that she doesnt try and run me over with the minivan when I screw up.
According to the police in a small town in Florida:
"A woman in Port St. Lucie, Fl., faces charges of chasing her fleeing husband around their yard in a minivan, in attempts to drive over him about 20 times.
Their baby, who was in the back seat of the minivan, was buckled up and was not hurt, deputies said.
It started over a dispute over $300 on Friday between Leslie Ann Brown and her husband, Nicholas. Deputies said he tried to stop the vehicle by throwing a brick at the windshield.
The wife has been released on $2,750 bond, charged with aggravated assault with a deadly weapon and child abuse."
Is that what I've really got to look forward to?
I live with a couple. I know they love each other deeply. No matter the issues, they help each other to resolve them. It's not always easy for them, but they surmount the difficulties. Most importantly, they do it together.
My Uncle John, and my Aunt Molly, have been married for over forty years now. He once told me that he was truly lucky to have found the "one". Then he smiled wistfully, and in a confidential whisper told me he didn't discover that she was the one, till after they dealt with a huge crisis due to his work in law enforcement.
And that's it, for long-term happy relationships. Every other couple I've ever met suddenly goes from being plural to singular, in a fiery avalanche of disloyalty and hurt. Which leaves me with a "What the fuck?!" feeling, time and time again.
I don't want to be the old, jaded guy with only housepets and primetime TV for comfort. Yet, as I get sucked into the media blitzkreig of celebrity relationships, and I watch even them, who don't want for money, or stability, lose thier own loves, it leaves me with a feeling of hopelessness for the rest of us. My own experiences with long term relationships have taught me that if two people are meant to be together then eventually you'll know. The main theme for arguments centered on money issues, so I can understand why this couple in the news had something, so very minor, escalate.
The only wounds I've ever suffered from a woman Ive been involved with were far too deep to be fixed by surgery.
Maybe because I hold trust and communication to be key so there would never be an arguement over three-hundred dollars.
Maybe I just won't date anyone that drives a Dodge Caravan....
I lay my head against the cool side of my pillow, I close my eyes, and watch the after images of the world fade to burgundy, then black. I wait for the slow numbness of unconciousness to overtake world-weary muscles. My last thought is always "I hope I dream of you" even though I haven't met her yet....
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