Note: This is Part 7 of an 11-part series of short posts on what triggers memories of ex-lover B., culminating on October 11, 2014, the First Anniversary of when he kissed me goodbye. Literally. His kiss was a kiss-off. I have not seen him since.
TRIGGER #7: Maurices clothing stores
Maurices, a chain of women’s clothing stores geared to the budget-conscious woman, was founded by Maurice Labovitz and other members of the tribe in Duluth, MN, back in the 1930s. One of the corporate honchos was B.’s dad and B., himself, worked the schmatta (Yid., variously translates to clothing or “rags”) trade growing up there in the frozen tundra of upper Minnesota. Maurices was sold and bought several times, and that’s when Daddy cashed out and retired to Arizona. B. told me Dad invested his Maurices sum in real estate and did very well, indeed. He even dabbled in Thoroughbred racing for awhile .
So B. and his brother inherited all that wealth, and their kids are trust fund kids. (B. told me so.) Thanks, Dad. Thanks, Grandpa.
There aren’t any Maurices stores near my house, though their corporate site says they’re in 44 states and Canada. I’ve seen the occasional store during my travels but have never sampled the merchandise. But I have sampled B.’s merchandise…hundreds of times.
I don’t know who got the better bargain: Maurices’ shoppers or me.
A former mistress (26 years, on-and-off) describes the good, the bad, and the ugly of her long-term affair. Conclusion: Affairs aren't necessarily destructive if kept in the correct perspective. Our experience enhanced BOTH our marriages.
That is, until his marriage ended and we began to love each other. When the affair morphed into a relationship, well, that's when it stopped being fun for me.
For 26 yrs we luxuriated in implicit Trust. When B. cheated on ME, it was the first time another person came into our relationship besides our respective spouses.
We have now irrevocably split.