My 4th husband - well you have that picture right above this
entry. Sad to report, he ended up with the 'in crowd', and in lots of trouble because of 'being in' - I had to file for divorce because of his
newly-adopted cocaine habit.
My 5th husband was 6'5"; blond-haired, blue-eyed - strong, and strikingly handsome. What I noticed about him when I met him, was 'just his winning smile'. I can tell you he sang like an angel; drank like a fish, and beat me like a master beats his slave.
Let's see, now who wants to be married to
a person who 'looks like' someone famous (because of t.v. and movies); or might
be handsome or pretty to look at, but it's hard to see all that beauty when
you've got one black eye; and the other one is purple and swollen shut. We need to
learn to see with our hearts, and not with our eyes, and because mine were blackened a good deal of the time, I learned even faster....
2 comments:
Diane,
I read your whole blog. Fascinating. Beautiful tribute to your husband. Perfect music. Six husbands? Is your story as interesting as Henry VIII and his six wives? Now that would be a blog.
Aha, I think Ron read my beginning entries; I bet he hasn't seen what I wrote late on June 18, and again on June 19.
Interesting as Henry VIII - now that would be a BLOG FIT FOR A KING.
Thank you, Ron, for visiting. My best. Diane
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