Happy Valentine’s Day to one and all. I hope it’s filled with love, laughter, and spent with those closest to you. Enjoy! I am!
I was drinking my morning coffee today, catching up on emails, when this news story appeared. It was a true gift. Take special note between 0:44 and 0:55 (and I apologize for the foregoing ad; no way to trim that):
Well, there is Bruce Blehart (formerly known as “B.” in this blog. That guy I had an on-off affair with for 26 years.) He’s at a local meeting in Berrien County, Michigan, raging on about gun control. But what struck me — hard — is how AWFUL he looks. How old and ragged. An aging hippie.
And, in a still photo accompanying the news article, seated to his immediate left (a bit hard to see behind that guy with the glasses), that looks like the Scottish witch Irene he’s been living with, apparently dressed in those ugly “vintage” clothes she sells online. (What is that, a bow around her neck? Or a tatty winter bonnet? WHAT?):
Looks like his divorce has taken a huge toll on him. (His wife got the better cut of the 70/30 split of their estate.) That unkempt mass of white hair, looking oh-so-much like Bernie Sanders (and was a delegate for at the 2016 Democratic National Convention). That receding hairline. He’s sneaking up on 68, but doesn’t he look much older?
Best Valentine’s Day gift I could have been given! I just turned 63…I’m 5’9″, a tight, toned 130 lbs, working out with a trainer twice a week (bench pressing 125 lbs for reps!), swim 2 miles each week, and I have never looked, or felt, better in my life. I keep up my appearance. He’d wince with envy if we ever met up again.
Poor Bruce. And poor Irene. She’s stuck with a crabby old man, much older than his years, living in the backwoods of Michigan.
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. We have now irrevocably split.
Lately I've been writing about the man who took his place in the "off" years of that 26-year-long affair. He was a dynamic sexual partner but we, too, now have irrevocably split.
These are our stories.