Three Strkes = You are Out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Boley Folks House

A marriage reconciliation went horribly wrong

The first first strike to our failed relationship reconciliation was we both failed to communicate our expectations of the relationship and the other person. I should have explained to Cowboy that emotionally and physically I could no longer be his provider, his care taker.i could be his friend, his companion. I could possibly be his girlfriend. If Cowboy had expressed his expectations I would have been honest, I have neither the physical ability or desire to cook, to clean, or willingness to keep his cock warm. My days of submission and subjection ended 9/7/2010 with the death of my God ordained husband and soulmate.

Strike 2, Cowboy could not meet the Grayhound bus I came in on. He knew when I left Nevada. I sent him an update every time the bus stopped for a scheduled break.while others smoked, while they stretched their legs or had a snack or used the bathroom, I phoned or text Cowboy. He knew when I was scheduled to arrive in Wilmington. While he could not be there, Cowboy could have arranged for someone to meet me. Or, he could have arranged to meet me after his medical appointment. Fact, no one knew I was coming. His family denied knowing Cowboy and I had been married or that were thinking about getting back together. I think a man , a true man, would have taken care of business much differently.

Cowboy recommended I catch a city bus or hail a cab. I was stranded, a stranger in a strange city.i was a disabled elderly woman. With a disassembled non functional mobility scooter. Cowboys suggestions once, if I found my transportation from the terminal to the rooming house where he rented I could sit with my possession on the porch or outside his locked room until he finished shopping and some errands he, and Mama (not his mother ) wanted / needed to do.

He explained how I was upsetting him. He was chastising me for my failure to plan this trip better. He criticized me , I failed to adequately take care of business.i had upset him, He accused me of upsetting him and kill him. I expected more from a potential partner.

When the drama and chaos was behind us, I hugged and kissed Cowboy. He was physically rigid and emotionally unresponsive.i felt as if id embraced and kissed a corpse. This is not the manly response I expected to get from a man who asked me to invest my remaining years in.

Strike three, Cowboy showed disrespect and love for me, He allowed à female housemate to come on to him, to rub his shoulders and whisper in his ear while telling me " this is between Cowboy and her. It doesn't concern me. This housemate openly accused me of being trash. Cowboy should have said something. His silence condoned the abuse and disrespect. I expected better from the man who loves me enough to spend his remaining years with me.


Submitted: April 16, 2020

© Copyright 2021 M. L. Williamson Hume. All rights reserved.

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