But Not Anymore....

I've always loved the fourth of July.  I grew up in a military family and was encouraged to be patriotic...and it has always been a natural inclination of mine, also.   I loved the patriotism, the awesome food, and especially the fireworks.   My marriage to my second husband killed that.  Every single year, we would set out to see the fireworks much too late, have a terrible time finding a spot from which to see them (he was not as impatient as I to see them, and procrastinated every time), and eventually wound up not seeing them at all, and not speaking for the rest of the night. After a few years of this, I simply gave up...and the fourth of July was never the same again...from then on, it was only a reminder of how inconsiderate he was, and lost all appeal to me.

 

lonesurvivor lonesurvivor
56-60, F
Mar 10, 2010