October 31, 2010

• The Anniversary Waltz

    
  

  Twenty  years ago today, Greyfox drove,and Doug and I rode, south from Harrisburg, PA, past exits for the Gettysburg battle site and Washington,DC, to Winchester, VA, where we bought a marriage license, had lunch, and returned to the courthouse for our rendezvous in a deserted courtroom with a judge who married us.

  That evening, nine year old Doug dressed up as a Ninja Turtle, and after a visit to a “haunted house” sponsored by a high school booster club, we walked the four blocks surrounding a small park in a neighborhood of big old houses, where Doug obtained more treats than he had ever imagined possible, having grown up out here on the edge of the back of beyond where trick-or-treating involves walking or riding great distances, sometimes miles between houses.

  The traditional gift for a twentieth anniversary is china:
  

  …and the modern gift for a 20th anniversary is platinum:
  

  Enjoy your presents of china and platinum, Darlin’.  Our relationship is a trip, an adventure, an experience….  I’m so very, very happy, like goofy, really!
  

  

  

  

  New readers unfamiliar with our story and/or with the column of memoir links on my main page, can use the links here to bring themselves up to speed.
  When I was new to Xanga, I was asked about my Old Fart.
  I responded with an abbreviated version of my entire matrimonial history (and, BTW, an explanation of how and why I had acquired an arsenal).
  In response to another question about Greyfox, I went off on a tangent and told the story of our meeting, and about some culture shock Greyfox experienced on his first visit to Alaska.
  Then I gave a bit of our karmic history.
  That led into the honeymoon,
  the “white man” in-joke,
  Greyfox’s gig as a nude model,
  and our homecoming.
  That story reveals a lot of interpersonal conflict that is no longer part of our relationship.
  We started working that out after Greyfox diagnosed his own NPD.
  You can also read about it from his point of view, and read a sweet story about how sweet we are on each other now.
  Greyfox is married to me, but is not the same man I married.
  He calls my place “home”, but spends most of his time at Felony Flats.

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