Holly Hobby
Part III
Wayne? Wayne? You still there? Is anyone there?
Oh well, I guess it doesn't matter. With Jan out of the way, back to my life story.
So, weary of hearing a man beg, I finally said "yes." RJ would tell you that's not exactly true. According to him, we'd flown to Dallas for the weekend, somehow convincing my parents we had separate rooms at Anatole. (Both my mother father died believing RJ and I had separate rooms at the Anatole.)
Acording to him, I was in the shower getting ready for a night out when suddenly (!) RJ felt compelled to issue an ultimatum. “Look, I’m tired of this. Either marry me or let’s call it quits.” According to him, I said “huh? What? I can’t hear you over the shower.” “THEN TURN OFF THE G-DAMNED SHOWER! WILL YOU MARRY ME OR NOT? The only part of the story that we both agree is that I said, “yeah. Okay. I’ll marry you.”
From the begining I knew he was the one. I knew RJ was the one with whom I wanted to spend the rest o of my life, I just wasn't ready to jump into marriage.
Speed forward about 3 years later, we'd been married for quite awhile. I was writing for a small newspaper, he, legal counsel to a booming oil and gas company. Out of the blue, I wanted a baby. RJ did not.
Round and round we went. “What about a new Louis Vuitton? " " Okay, what about a full length Blackglama mink!” Me: “You’ve forgotten. I have one." "Okay, how about a Jag XK-S?" "Mmmmm, no. I want a baby."
We lost our first child, a girl, the blow surreal, devastating and humbling.
Later our only child, Katherine, was born. Stay with me here. I'm about to explain how I ended up with Ph.D going on to work cartel/ organized crime related homicides. cont.
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