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When I walked out on my father’s arm, I was so happy and excited, I was almost in tears because I couldn’t wait to see the person I was pledging to spend the rest of my life with, and see how excited and happy he was, too. (I seldom wear makeup or dresses, and I was dressed to the nines that day, too. Laced up corset, beaded and ruched bodice, modest train, tastefully simple makeup, curled hair with sparkles throughout to match the bodice…) And admittedly, I wanted to knock his socks off with how splendid I looked for him on our special day, too. So I walked out with my father and saw him standing at the altar, hands clasped in front of him, groomsmen standing behind him in a neat row, and that was the neatest thing ever. Halfway down, he hadn’t moved an inch. Closer still, and he has a look of absolute boredom on his face. A few steps closer, he gives the barest, thin-lipped smile when he sees me, and I just…died inside. I thought maybe I’d done something wrong the day before and he was still upset, maybe my makeup had smudged and I looked ridiculous, maybe he just…didn’t like the whole thing. I was in my favorite Mexican restaurant when a woman at a nearby table summoned the waiter, pointed to her plate, and said, “This was terrible, I’m not going to pay for it!” The.plate was almost empty except for a few crumbs of a burrito supreme, so if it was terrible (actually, it’s what I order almost every time I eat there), she certainly made a heroic effort to choke it down. More so than even my own, half-remembered camp experience, what I really can’t help romanticizing is summer at Camp Walden, the summer camp that separated-at-birth twins Annie and Hallie attend in the 1998 classic The Parent Trap. The film’s stars celebrated its 22nd anniversary with a Katie Couric-moderated Zoom, which was heartwarming as all get-out, but all it really did was make me long for a summer of lake swims, archery, and spreading peanut butter on Oreos. (Do Annie and Hallie spend a significant portion of their time at camp in the ominously labeled “Isolation Cabin”? Yes, but that’s not the part I’m longing for.)
Several days later I receive an email apologizing for the “confusion” that occurred during my last visit along with a voucher for 10% off my next online purchase. There really is no way to avoid this retail chain because they’re everywhere but I have not shopped at that particular store in the seven months since the incident, and I refuse to purchase anything from them except for grocery items. The first clue was that the front door was locked when I got home from work one day and I had to go around to the back door to get in. We didn’t usually lock the house, which I know sounds irresponsible, but we had a couple of pretty fearsome dogs at the time and the house sat in the middle of a fenced lot. A stranger couldn’t come anywhere near the house without getting through the dogs. (Also, we were pretty poor and I figured anyone willing to come through the dogs for what little we had, needed it more than I did. And the door wasn’t really ‘locked,’ the lockset had a malfunction where if, when leaving the house, you turned the interior knob clock-wise it jammed the lock and the front door then couldn’t be opened from the outside. Open the door by turning the knob counter-clock-wise and everything worked fine. We were all used to this quirk and it wasn’t a problem. So the question was “Who last opened the front door that would have made that mistake?” There was no satisfactory answer. A day or two later, I was vacuuming, and in the front hallway, just inside that same front door, was a small gold decorative pin sort of thing. When asked, no one claimed any prior knowledge of having seen this item. Again odd, but I did share the home with two teenagers, and you get used to odd. A week or so later … while dusting shelves in the living room I find a photograph face down of a bride and groom posing with a bicycle. I don’t recognize them, and set it aside to ask who it belongs to (and to have them keep it in their own room). But I do look again, and darned if it isn’t Michael! Michael, who I had never seen without a beard before this photo. Michael who I’d had a five year relationship with, but dumped five years prior (for some very good reasons, but none of which were that he was a scary, break into your house kind of guy).
Eventually he became the first and last person I thought of each day. Around 6 months of platonic friendship he called and asked if I could run him to the store, his car had broke down. I picked him up and as I pulled out of the driveway he leans over and kisses me. I can still remember the kiss, sweet like candy. And dangerous. I knew I had to stop whatever was happening, it was going to end badly. I tried to stop it before it went any futher after that day. Tried asking my husband to not have him come around as much. But with it being his friend unless I told him why it would never happen. But I also knew if I told him What I was feeling or that he and I had gotten too close my husband would hurt him. He and I would pass a thumb drive back and forth, mostly to share music with one another. But sometimes there would be a note to the other person. On the day it blew up my husband found the drive in my jeans while I was in the shower. He looked on it and a note from him to me was saved with the original text that I had sent to him first. I was telling him it needed to stop, that it was going to far and I couldn’t continue carrying on like we had been because I was starting to fall for him. Of course husband was livid and after we’ll call it discussing the affair“. He would not relent, demanding I tell him the truth, what would agree with what he assumed was the truth at least – he accused me of infeldelity and left the house. He did get in to it with his ex-friend. And I wish it had a better ending or a I had better sense to never let it go to the point I allowed it to. After twenty years of marriage and raising two kids and always being a good provider I was having some joint issues and was having trouble simply moving around or holding a cup of coffee. A bit depressing at the time. My wife said she wasn’t happy and wanted a divorce so she could go out and enjoy her life and freedom. I gave it to her. It was the best thing she ever did for me. I recovered in time and due to much rehabilitation. My kids stayed with me. I eventually got out and met lots of people making many new friends and at eleven years later I married a woman that’s the true love of my life. Oh when the divorce was final my ex told me I was going to have to marry her back. I declined. Never take one back that leaves you for greener pastures in your time of need.
Suitable for Women/Men/Girl/Boy, Fashion 3D digital print drawstring hoodies, long sleeve with big pocket front. It’s a good gift for birthday/Christmas and so on, The real color of the item may be slightly different from the pictures shown on website caused by many factors such as brightness of your monitor and light brightness, The print on the item might be slightly different from pictures for different batch productions, There may be 1-2 cm deviation in different sizes, locations, and stretch of fabrics. Size chart is for reference only, there may be a little difference with what you get.
- Material Type: 35% Cotton – 65% Polyester
- Soft material feels great on your skin and very light
- Features pronounced sleeve cuffs, prominent waistband hem and kangaroo pocket fringes
- Taped neck and shoulders for comfort and style
- Print: Dye-sublimation printing, colors won’t fade or peel
- Wash Care: Recommendation Wash it by hand in below 30-degree water, hang to dry in shade, prohibit bleaching, Low Iron if Necessary
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