God help me with this one...
Donnie has been 'activated' and it's reminded me of when I was in high school. Which reminded me of my stupid mom and has to do with my life to this day. It's a strange story that I nearly unloaded twice in Donnie's comments. Then, I decided to just pollute my own blog with this bizarre shit. And, I decided it would be easier to start at the beginning, rather than the middle, then backtrack it to the beginning and jump to the end, outta order. So....
One day in late September, early October 1979, I was riding my Appaloosa across the lawn at the County Vocational School when this car pulled over along the side of the highway, next to where I was. A guy I knew, Lester Shimp, got out and started bullshittin' with me. This other guy I didn't know got out, too and Lord God was he gorgeous. Little guy, about 5'8", 160 lbs, brown feathered hair, brown eyes, moustach....Man, I was gone....Lester asked if he could take Diablo (my App) for a spin and I said "Sure" and dismounted without ever taking my eyes offa Bruce. I have no idea where Lester went with Diablo, but he wasn't gone quite long enough for me. This guy was incredible. Just graduated from Woodstown, had been President of the FFA Club, was Army bound (82nd Airborne) in a short while and soooo cute.
We talked for a while and I don't remember everything anymore because of how it all turned out, but we started 'dating', if that's what ya wanna call it. What was really going on was I was tying myself to a guy who was never around and basically all I really did was write endless letters to him while he was gone. I'd like to believe that at least at first he really did like me, but I'm really not sure. All I do know for sure was that I meant it.
Here are the things that I do remember from then. 'Parking' for the first time ever. It was on Pierson Rd. in Alloway Twp. and it was fun! Heartache everytime he left. Elation beyond words everytime he came home...except the last coupla times. Babysitting at my Uncle Pat's house and setting a record that night. 8 times in less than about 6 hours. This was his first leave after boot camp. (Obviously...lol) The very first time I saw....HIM. Bruce was getting a shower and asked me to sit in there and talk to him while he showered. When he was done, first he pulled the towel into the shower with him, like he was modest or something. Then, as I was taking a sip of beer, he WHIPPED the shower curtain open and almost put my eye out. I somehow managed to coolly swallow the beer without spraying it and then liked to have died when I heard myself say "Well, I don't know if I can handle all THAT, now..."
What the hell did I know? He was the second guy EVER and he'd have made my horses jaw drop. Scary. (At first....*evil grin*)
ANYWAY....I guess I shoulda kept my mouth shut about that. Apparently, my mother hadda find out for herself.
He was the first one.
Then came the one she moved to Florida with. After that didn't work (duuuuh) and she had come home, she decided to go back down there to visit Jimmy and stopped to screw Bruce at Ft. Bragg on the way. After she'd already broken us up the first time(s) that happened. Sick woman.
Back when I first met Bruce, I also met the rest of his family. His mom and dad, his insane oldest brother, his bitchy sister, his cool sister and his baby sister. I also met his other brother, George.
Yeah...THAT George.
At the time, George was getting divorced from his first (!) wife who, it was discovered, liked (and still does) women. How this fact escaped anyone's attention when she has two lesbian sisters is beyond me. I mean, when yer 'girlfriend' out-hunts most men, ya gotta start wonderin', right? Jeez. Anyhoo, George was such a sweetie. Quiet, gentle...a really nice guy. That's how I met him and have known him so long. From dating his dopey brother. I knew George for....16 years before I ever thought of him as....date bait, or whatever. (Actually, I was thinkin' of him as a 'sanctuary' when I moved into his house in Feb. of '95)
Bruce, after fucking my mother and dumping me, started dating this insanely fat chick. Then, he fucked her mom, too, I think I remember hearing. Or else she got pissed at him for fuckin' my mom again...whatever. He dumped her and started dating the chick that he's now married to. He's been married to her for years and has lived with her, her kid AND HER MOM all this time.
Does anyone besides me think that a little strange? Now doya see why I'm so strange? Anyhow...Donnie's wife is some kinda woman. I honestly admire her courage and strength and the way she handled Donnie's going away. Makes me feel like the snivelling coward that I am about Eric travelling for Crane. However, instead of getting any of that strength from her shining example, I'm just sittin' here blubberin' over Donnie being away from her and his home myself. I remember how this part feels. And...I wasn't married to my soldier. I don't know how the fuck they do it. But, I think I'm about to learn...I feel like there could be a lesson here for me, if I can just grasp it.
Even if I don't get that big one (lesson) right away, I'm still learning things from Donnie. He's making me realize things and feel things about what's been going on in our world for a really long time now, that I've managed to avoid.
I guess I've been really lucky for a really long time. I didn't know anyone killed on 9-11 and no one I know has had to be involved in any of this shit directly.
Til now.
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