when i married my best, blessed husband, he told me the night before we took our vows that he had a confession to make. He only let me know about the 'confession' because he thought I'd caught him in a lie.
Foolish man. | He saw some involuntary action that convinced him I was aware he'd lied about the number of times he'd been married | Foolish man. Did I mention that? |
I had taken him at his word. Turned out his word was off, just a little bit.
His confession of another wife was a compete surprise to me. At least he wasn't a polygamist. At least I don't have to explain polygamy to our grand kids. | That was over fourteen years ago. I am still not Lee, the middle wife, the one who underscored his life as Hell. I'm not sure if Cathy, the first wife, is spelled with a 'C' or a 'K'. What I do know, to this day, is that I am the best wife. |
I am the only wife worth mentioning. That's enough for me.