The Husband Chair, marker 2006
Why the Chair?
Yes, there really is a husband chair. My first husband was a Viet Nam vet attending college on the GI bill when we met. He lived in a ramshackle house near the local university with a cast of characters straight out of a Hunter S. Thompson novel, including “Hono,” a guitar playing, unwashed hippie who lived in the closet, subsisted on a mixture of tang and corn meal and who thought he was Jesus. In the living room of the house was a chair which had belonged to Husband No.1’s parents. That chair stayed with me after our divorce and the 30 or so moves that brought me to today. Every husband sat in the chair. I gave it away when I married No. 5. I think it is time to get it back.
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Neal is a smart guy!
Whenever I hear of someone divorced multiple times it makes me think that they are more honest & hopeful than those of us who have just slept with a multitude of men but want to keep it a secret . . . not to mention, you must be something special to have so many men wanting to marry you
It’s so much better to end it than stay with someone you’re not happy with.
Thank you for your lovely comments on my blog. Did I mention in there somewhere about the time I was married for 3 weeks and had it annulled? LOL
Your writing is so palpable, it’s like being there.
Thank you for your compliment - and yes Neal is a smart guy!
Your story is fascinating! and you write it in such a compelling way.