| On November 10, I returned from my year-long exile in Korea, living in Virginia with Miimii and the cats, but it was not home. I was depressed, bitter, lonely. I started work at the 30th Intelligence Squadron, about 1/4 mile down the road from my old office at the 480th Intelligence Group. I might as well have been in Korea because I never got a call from any of my old friends or co-workers.|
It was like old times in our townhome--a few days after my return, Miimii had another one of her massive asthma attacks. I rushed her to the hospital, and I don't know why this sticks in my head, but we drove to the Mary Immaculate Hospital, cruised the parking lot for five minutes and couldn't figure how to reach the emergency room. Miimii was very weak from lack of oxygen so I parked the car and carried her 600 feet to the emergency room.
She survived *sigh*.
|I used to tell her that since I saved her life so many times I could kill her without being an evil person. All in all we got along pretty well. Miimii has a big heart but she is very impatient and irritable at times. And I'm perfect...of course. I decided to stay in the house with Miimii until the divorce went final but I thought it was a matter of weeks. On the night of November 29, while in the living room ironing my|
On December 3rd I traded in the blue 1992 Honda Civic LX family car for a 1999 Honda Accord V-6 Coupe. It was a real nice car...very pretty, very fast and very smooth. I'd made the deal over the phone at work during breaks--when I'd agreed to a price, I drove to the dealership, signed the papers, and on November 23, 1998, my Alexandria rolled off the assembly line in Ohio (yesterdy was her tenth birthday--I spanked her 11 times).
Sometimes when you can't get what you need in life, you buy something you want but don't need to fill the emptiness. Alexandria (my car's name) was just that. My friend Melanie, a psychology major, told me Alexandria was my phallic symbol. I told everyone the same until, about two years ago, I found out what that actually meant.
On December 5th I moved out. I didn't know anyone at work and wasn't in the best mood, so I decided to move by myself if it killed me. I had a heavy wooden dresser to move from upstairs down a narrow stairwell. I was very angry that day so I focused that anger. I flipped the dresser on its top and slid it down the stairs just as Miimii and her friends were sitting at the kitchen table talking and laughing. It hit the wall with a thud and they all went silent. I yanked at it, banged it, gasping and panting and loudly dragged it out the door, stood it on its end in my trunk and drove off with it sticking six feet in the air. I never bought a bed and still sleep on a mattress and box spring to this day. I just wanted away from her, and to not give her the satisfaction of screaming at me one more time. I finished the move on December 6, her 31st birthday. I was alone, but free. I wrote her a poem to hold out an olive branch but it was rather cold (see "30-wonderful" in "Only Words"---oh, well, I didn't include it). I emailed it to her from her own computer as I was clearing out the last of my things. It was the first poetry of mine she ever read (she had flatly refused to read anything I wrote). She didn't say she liked it, but she did print a copy.