August 01, 2009
Platform shoes on tiny little feet
Remember all the times I said, "I don't want to do this any more?" Turns out I finally meant it. I held on for longer than I could have imagined holding on for. Long, long after I could barely stand myself for holding on. And holding on was really something, because one true thing about me is that giving up is always an option.
Learn to roller-skate? All it took was one fall to put me off wheels forever. Learn to ski? Down a hill? You're kidding, right? It was cold and I was wet; that was enough of that. Learn sign language? I missed a class and fell forever behind; good-bye ASL.
In fact I've always been good at knowing when to quit, except when it comes to marriage. I can't seem to stop loving my husbands, former and present, even when there is ample evidence that:
1. They don't love me, and
2. They don't love me "in that way."
For years The Husband would ask me every once in a while, "If Husband #1 showed up and said he wanted you back, would you go?" I always said "Nope," even when I really meant, "In a heartbeat."
What's that saying? I think it's, "A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds."
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