Believe it or not this is the condensed version. Too many details and conversations to mention. I know I'm not the first to get her heart broken and won't be the last but I'm interested in knowing how many of you have similar tales.
It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. Ok, ok, that’s another tale. So here goes……..
It was the fall of 1967 when my sister and her husband set us up. He was my brother-in-law’s ex army buddy. I was 20 and he was 25. It was love at first sight for me. He was 6’2”, caramel color, had a nice body, [[those thighs were looking good in those pants) looking somewhat like Harry Belafonte; just eye candy. I was no slouch myself. Folks used to say I looked like Diana Ross with all of my own hair. LOL! He used to say, I looked like a Hawaiian to him. People often would comment that we were such a good looking couple. I digress.
Anyway, he was my first: my first drink, [[rum & coke) my first lobster dinner at the old Playmate Supper Club, my first driving instructor and my FIRST. After dating for @ 3 months, I was tired of being a virgin and I felt that if anything happened, we would get married. My sister tried to talk me out of it reminding me of my goal of being a virgin on my wedding night. But I felt so strongly that if things went awry, he would marry me. [[For you young uns back then if you got “knocked up” the guys in most cases would marry you.
Everything was perfect or so I thought. By the summer of ’68, he was starting to cut up but I would lay him out and things would be right again. He was a bus driver and I would find phone numbers that he would conveniently leave around his apartment but I concluded that he was a handsome man who was in the public and that women were going to give him their numbers whether he would use them or not. [[Say what?!) Anyway since I was so true blue I naively thought that he was as well. First mistake.
Well the inevitable happened. I indeed got pregnant and he resigned himself to marrying me. He just recently moved into a one bedroom apartment and we went to Sears to pick out the appliances and went to the doctor’s to get the required blood test to get married. . [[At that time, you had to get a blood test to rule out Syphilis.)
As the fates would have it, I started cramping at work and by the time I made it to the bathroom the baby gushed out. I was in my first trimester and suffice it to say, I was devastated. I started not to tell him and let him marry me under false pretenses but my conscience was whipping the crap out of me. I literally had an angel saying tell him the truth and a devil saying if you do, he won’t marry you. I decided to roll the dice and tell him the truth as I didn’t want to start my marriage off with a lie. After telling him the truth, I noticed that maybe a week had gone by and no “John”. When I called his apartment a strange man [[his cousin) answered the phone and said that “John” didn’t live there anymore that he was living in the projects with some woman. Who was SHE and when and where did she come from! I saw John regularly; at least 3 times a week and when he worked weekends, I sometimes rode the bus with him. I knew all his friends and double dated with “Jack & Jill” his best friend and his girlfriend and went to family dinners at his sister’s house. So who was this man stealer, this interloper?!! [[I found out later that she was an older woman who had a child and he moved in with her.)
I was devastated; however, I was raised to think that if someone doesn’t want you, LEAVE THEM ALONE! I knew what depot he worked out of but I didn’t take two steps to go there! My pride would not allow me to ask him anything! His disappearance and silence was all the answers I needed as he knew where I lived, and had both my work and home numbers so apparently he wanted no parts of me! Was it hard to do? HELL YEAH! But I was not going to beg someone to love me. Plus I always went by this credo: when one man says scat cat, another one says here kitty, kitty.
What was so hard was the blind side. I had no clue that he was cheating, let alone moving in with someone else. I just couldn’t understand what happened. Here I was a “good girl”, came from a good family, was intelligent, had morals and values but apparently “he was just not that into me” and when there was no baby, he threw me away like trash. [[When I saw him I told him that and he dropped his head. More about that later.)
Well it took 2 years for me to move on. During those 2 years I dated other guys, an ex-football player for the Eagles and a famous deceased celebrity that recorded for Motown who wanted me to go on tour with him but I was remaining celibate as I was hoping that “John” would come for me and I wanted to be able to say that I never cheated. [[Gag me somebody!)
I eventually met and married my husband and had the family I always wanted but I can assuredly say, I was never in love, love with my husband. He was such a happy-go-lucky, nice guy and the perfect man for me that one could say that I settled. We had a good run of 18 years before we decided to call it a day. “John” was never completely out of my thoughts but I had moved on, so I thought.
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