It’s funny how, occasionally, old things you had completely forgotten about simply pop into your mind. This memory came back to me today.
It was 2006 and we were in a family gathering. Barely husband, a little Raven and I had gone to visit my dad’s side of the family across the country. We were having fun, drinking and playing games, basically nothing out of the ordinary.
I don’t know how I got into this conversation with this family friend. He went to school with my dad and he was seeing my aunt, who had become a widow a couple of years before. He was very witty, full of sarcasm and I enjoyed our banter.
I told him about how BH got on my nerves sometimes, how he kept going until I lost my temper. Then he stopped. He was happy and I was the one stressed and grumpy. It takes a lot to get me angry but, once I’m there, it’s absolute hell. I am an atomic bomb!
Anyway, he turned to me and said, “I’ll give you 10 years to divorce.” I stared at him, mouth agape, not knowing what to say. I was telling that to him with the intention of it sounding like a quirky facet of our relationship. I wasn’t bitter. I wasn’t complaining.
I still remember my aunt slapping his arm and shrieking, “Don’t say that.” His reply? “I’m being honest. That will wear her out.”
They had this hilarious teasing argument and everything was fine. I didn’t mind it.
In 2016 we hit rock bottom. I was completely worn out. I lasted the full 10 years but it was over.