It was a fast courtship she had, not like The Big Daddy and I who dated for five years before we got married. I knew EVERY SINGLE THING about him. A day after we promised to love, honor and
Because it made me nuts, I had to comment on all of it. Back home, we cut on an angle. Back home, we simmer. Back home, we clean as we go. Back home we put our towels in the hamper. Back home, back home, back home. After the third day, he looked at me with stone cold eyes and said, "Well, you're not back home any more, are you?" And those dead peepers of his kind of scared me.
That's when I understood that this marriage thing was more like legalized kidnapping. Of course I knew at times that I could escape, but Stockholm Syndrome set in and I learned to love and depend on this man who took me away from everything in my life that made any sense.
Every now and then, though, I'll watch The Big Daddy out in the yard, throwing clods of dirt and cussing at the squirrels and think.........
I should make a run for it.