We, my wife and I, are moving. Moving sucks. That’s not the point of this post.
That sets the stage for the last two trips.
The one before last, there was a cement mixer in front of Sweety. I don’t know if he was high, tired, or stupid. I don’t care. He was crossing the center line of the road. Scared me so much I finally called the cops after he ran an oncoming truck off of the road. I was worried that he might have done something and hurt my wife.
The trip today, we were exiting the highway. A lady decided not to yield to my wife. I was behind that SUV. I was so scared that I was shaking. So terrified that I couldn’t even say “fuck” *editorial, it takes a lot to do that to me* She had a phone number on her back window. I called. I was so shook up I was polite. That, for me, is beyond anything. My wife is my life. Had anything happened, I don’t know how I would have responded.
This is the point. My love for her is not because of the fact that we’re straight. It’s because she’s the person I intend to spend the rest of my life with. She fills the holes in my soul. To judge the love that someone else has by a standard that uses sexuality as the sole condition, means that you truly don’t understand the depths of love. It shouldn’t matter to anyone else who you love as much as the fact that you are capable of it. Those folks that don’t understand that will never get the difference between love and lust. THEY are the ones that cheapen marriage, not those that love because their mate fills the holes…