Cimarron (imported) wrote: Thu Jun 17, 2004 4:52 pm
How did you meet your wife, Shortie? And if I may ask, how did the subject of your "alteration" come up?
Cimarron
Hello again, Cimarron,
When I returned from my vacation in California, minus a small piece of my anatomy, whether deliberately or unconsciously, I cut myself off from contact with my family and everyone I'd known. I moved into Denver and rented a rundown apartment, then became almost a recluse.
I started drinking heavily, which was something I'd never done. I began to frequent bars, which my therapist said was an unconscious attempt to repeat the scene in California (don't know about that, but sounds reasonable).
After being fired from three jobs in construction, the last as a common laborer, I sat in my chair one night crying. I have no idea where it came from, but suddenly a resolution formed in my fucked-up brain, and I told myself that I'd give life one more try. If that didn't work out, I had every intention of committing suicide.
I had at one time taught high school English, and, as most English teachers seem to do, fancied myself as having the aptitude to become a writer. I resolved to give that one shot, and in order to polish my skills, signed up for a writer's workshop. Of course, as everyone reading this can predict, Sharon was the presenter at the workshop.
I fell in love the moment I saw her. Her raven-black hair, her flashing obsidian eyes, her easy humor, and even her Hispanic accent simply captivated me. I was lost.
Somehow I summoned the courage to ask her a question after the presentation, prefacing my query with, "Ms. ______,". She later told me that my courtesy is what caused her to separate me from the common crowd that addressed her as "Sharon" (not her real name, of course. Neither of us will ever reveal that on the EA). Her upbringing taught her that males were never to address an unmarried woman by her familiar name, and she always cringed inside when someone did so.
She invited me to join her for coffee after the workshop, and I did. We saw each other, on a dating basis, several times during the next two months. One night she invited me to her home for dinner, and of course I went.
One thing led to another, and when it became evident that sex was in the picture, I very haltingly said that I'd had an accident "down there." She wouldn't let the subject drop, and after question after question from her, I finally said that my penis had been damaged in a construction accident. She wanted to know if it still worked, and when I said that it did, she said, "Let's see for sure." When she began to unfasten my jeans, I was simply frozen in place.
Things progressed very quickly from that point. Even then, I could tell that Sharon was fascinated by my Headless Horseman, as she quickly named it. It took her less than a month to at last get me to tell her the true story, and that set the tone for our relationship ever since.
The short story is that I was at the end of my rope, God knew it, and She sent me to Sharon to be saved. I went, and I was. I'll never believe it was coincidence, but I don't require others to share my belief.
Anyway, that's how my life today came about. We still live in the area, although not in Denver anymore. I've reconciled with my family and friends, they love Sharon, and she them. I wish the same sort of positive outcome for you, Cimarron, although I have no idea how to bring it about. I didn't plan what happened to me, so have no advice to offer to you, except for this: don't ever lose hope; things happen, and sometimes they're for the better.
Shortie