Today is an anniversary of sorts. After seven years of being single and with my daughter a senior in high school, I decided on the spur of the moment to marry a second time on this day at about this time to get married. The guy had asked me many times so not wanting to spend my old age alone I thought “Why not?”
After a brief call to him at work, I dressed in my best khaki pants and blue shirt and was ready for a trip to Georgia where one could get a license and get married all in a day. I said to my daughter before she left for school, “I may get married today.” She did not comment, that I remember.
He picked me up and on our way to Georgia I had this sinking feeling that I was once again making a horrible mistake. We arrived in this small Georgia town and stopped at McDonald’s so I could get up my courage to get the blood test. Finally, I did get the blood test and then had to wait for the judge to get back from lunch. We waited in the courthouse.
In the bathroom, I met this young girl and asked her if her mother knew she was getting married and she said “no, does yours?” which was funny since I was in my 50’s but I replied “no” and went on to explain she did not like the person I had chosen to marry.
The judge had this sing-song voice and kinda sung the standard vows. Afterwards we were given a bag that contained goodies from the local businesses: soap, tide, toothpaste, kleenex, etc. I thought it was rather funny. We went back to McDonald’s to have a sandwich.
After arriving back in town, he went back to work and I had ironing to finish. When my daughter arrived home from school I was ironing and she asked if I had gotten married and I said I had. She wanted to know where he was and I said he was at work and would be going back to his house after work.
It was that strange kind of none marriage. I had a home; he had a home. He moved in briefly for six months when he sold his house and then he bought a farm thirty miles from town where he spent his time and I continued in my own home where I am today.
He purchased for me one outfit; in the six months he lived in my home, he paid the utilities one time and the house payment one time. I purchased the groceries and everything else. He was a scientist with the federal government and was very intelligent. I don’t know why he wanted to get married and never resolved that question in the 23 years I remained married to him.
It was not worth the effort to get a divorce because I knew I would never trust another male and would never have another relationship and it was only when he got into trouble with IRS that I knew I had to get out. We had never filed taxes together; at least I was that smart.
So there were no cross words; like the marriage experience we met in an attorney’s office and decided that he would keep whatever was his and I would keep what was mine. He would pay for my health insurance and we were done.
He has been honorable always paying for my health insurance and for that I am thankful. The first marriage gave me my two wonderful children. My second, insurance coverage. All in all, a good life.
The moral of the story is that always listen to your mom.