We went from living together for a year, then married and
living together for 26 years, then divorced, but together living apart now for
five years. I can’t explain it and don’t really feel the need to even try. Sometimes
though when certain paperwork has to be filled out, or when I introduced George
to someone, there is a strong need to be truthful. If I say this is my husband,
George then my conscience says, you’re divorced. When I say this is my
ex-husband ,George, then my conscience says, he’s not your ex, he’s your
partner. When I say, this is my friend, George, my conscience, who presents
itself as Donald Duck, starts throwing files around, exclaiming proof of how George
is much more than a friend.
Status papers take no place over history.
So Happy 32nd Anniversary to George, you know, the guy I
love and with whom I share my life.
