What’s It All For
The forest for the trees, the forest for the trees. A mantra so often used that I’d forgotten to pay attention when the trees in my life obscured the forest.
It was late in 1998, when my short six-year marriage was imploding. I’d spent so long in panic that it had become my new normal. My marriage to Spence was never ideal. Running from a cruel family, I had latched onto the only person who made me feel wanted. What a mistake that had been.
Six years of being ostracized for marrying the dolt I was now trying to hold on to. Why was I clinging? I don’t know. This man was ignorant and slovenly most of the time. Lazy to a fault. He stopped working once he had moved in with me and married me.
