The Truth about my 1st Marriage -Day 7

As I told you earlier, my daughter was visiting her dad for the summer. But before I elaborate on this, please allow me to tell you of my first husband, who is not the father of my daughter.

I met my first husband "A" at a laundry mat. I mentioned that I have always tried to take care of myself by paying careful attention to what I consume and exercise regularly. I am presently a size 8, but my normal size is a 4, so as you can ascertain, I am presently too large for my body frame. I have digressed, let's get back to the subject at hand.

I met my first husband A, after my son was born. I believe M was about 4 or 5 years of age. A was employed at General Motors and was making decent money. He was impressed with my physical appearance and truthfully, I was impressed with his income. He was not very attractive nor educated, but I did not want anymore children, and he had a good job. So the relationship was mutually beneficial. I took care of him by performing my wifely duties and he took care of M and me financially. I was in law school during this brief union. We were married in Detroit about a year or so after dating. The marriage did not last. A was insecure. He was always accusing me of either having affairs with other men and/or trying to vie for their attention. I am sure that I contributed to its demise as well. I have my own idiosyncrasies that, I admit, are not very easy to live with and/or be around.

Less than a year into the marriage was contengious. We began to habitually fuss and fight, all through the day and night. Any time we were in the same room, an argument ensued. The environment became a hell on earth. I felt that I was the most unhappiest woman on the face of the earth, and I am sure A felt the same. One day I was in my class, which was ending, when I veered toward the clock on the classroom wall. I noticed that class was almost over and soon I would have to return to a house that was not a home. I dreaded the thought.

I left class, drove and parked my car in front of the house, that I shared with a man that I depised. What do you say to a man that you do not want to be with it but you want him to financially continue to take care of you and your child?

I was lost for words but I knew deep within that I could NOT take this life. I went into the house and told my husband the truth, that I would be leaving him after I graduated from law school.

Well, as you may have concluded, this did not go over to well with my husband, who packed his things, and left me, with an apartment that I could not afford and no money. What's an honest girl to do? I told the truth. Thinking back on the situation today, a little white lie may have been more appropriate. But I was compelled to tell the truth. I did want my husband to take care of me while I completed school. I did not want to have to deal with the financial pressures of attending school full time and working full time to try and take care of my son. Thereafter, I would have amicably left him upon completing my studies and becoming gainfully employed. But he filed for the divorce and I was more than happy to oblige. I was told by my attorney that I could get this and that, from my husband. But all I wanted were peace and happiness for my minor son and myself. I graciously declined my attorney's advice to go after the money.

After our divorce, A retaliated by trying to make my life miserable. But he did not succeed, as I moved on and only wished him much love and success. I have not heard from nor spoken to A, my first husband, since we divorced, many years ago. I hope A and his family are well.

L. for Love