Listen to a story of gratitude
When I first saw the man I was to marry, he was on his racing bicycle, riding through the edge of the lobby at the Hale Koa Hotel to store it before he checked in for work. Ray was wearing a brightly colored tank top and some running shorts. His tall, slender frame appeared strong. The smile on his lips was friendly as he swung his leg over the seat to hop off. He was a local boy, brown skinned and very handsome. Later I learned he was first-generation Chinese to the islands of Hawaii. I watched him through the window of the flower shop where I worked and immediately wondered who the good-looking man was. My co-worker noticed my interest and mentioned that her husband happened to be a valet at night with the bicyclist, so she would pass along the news of my interest. She also said that the man on the bike was a “Triathlete,” whatever that was, I thought. more....
I can’t believe that I am better today because of my X but it is true. I was introduced to Marty through mutual friends who thought we would make a good couple. Ha! The chemistry was always there and still is but what is chemistry without the, “I get you!” I can remember kissing for hours but I don’t remember that he ever asked how my job was going or how he could help. Anyway I married the guy because maybe I liked him, the sex was hot and, oh, I got pregnant. Sound familiar? My Mom even thought I was doing the right thing, go figure? We had a great wedding and everyone had a great time but me. He shoved the cake up my nostrils and made me cry. more....
I met Henry in the spring of 1985 at a surprise birthday party. I was the single mother of two teenagers and had been out of a relationship longer than in one. The fact that we ever met at all was one of those chance occurrences that would have never happened if every spoke in the wheel of circumstance had not been turning just right. Neither of us actually knew the birthday boy, and we both had been invited by friends. I had returned from a trip to Jamaica two weeks before and my feet were still floating about a foot above the ground with the memories of my first trip abroad. While in Jamaica, I had been treated like royalty by every male Jamaican and I came home feeling very let down by the men I knew. more....
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