When we first met, it was beautiful.
He was full of life and love. I was was full of youth.
I can't say when it all started to end. Sometime around 40, I think.
It wasn't all his fault. He had fallen in with the wrong crowd. He had changed, and so did I.
It wasn't about love anymore, it was about hate, and when it wasn't it was always about him.
I always knew what I was, and I thought he could love me for it. His family and I didn't get along at all, either.
That's when I met Her.
At first it was just intellectual. I studied Her and learned as much as I could.
I found myself distancing myself from Jesus more and more. His friends raged on and on about my kind. Those gays! Those harlots! Those abominations!
I filed for divorce.
I wasn't alone, though. She comforted me, taking me in Her arms. She showed me that love wasn't about how much I worshipped Her. She showed me love wasn't about obedience.
She showed me that love was simply love, soft and good and right.
Now I am growing towards the grave, where She and I will marry.
These twilight years are but the courtship, and the greatest of my life.
~ 65AndStillAlive
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You need to join " The Church of Jesus Christ without Jesus Christ".
John Huston directed the movie version.
For when the time of trouble is, him the Goddess will deliver.
Beside my pillow Poverty sits brooding, but I heed her not,
For thanks to Love and Hope, you see, I dream a bed of down my lot.
Mine no stern God that priests create,
gentle is she to whom I bend;
Gaily I drink and leave my fate
To Her, the wise man's friend.
I really searched for where I got that, it's written on the walls of my office. I wish I had a credit for it.
Welcome to Open Salon - may you find the home here that I have.
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Jodi, I appreciate the warm welcome and the wonderful poem. Whoever put that there really understood!
MiddleAgedWomanBlogging, I am awash with joy. I'm glad to be here.
I am glad to hear that you've found the right recipe. Twilight years are the best, my friend. Enjoy.
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This was a lovely post.
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Walk Away, and I you! Blessings.
ainthatamerica, I know the feeling! You can never have one too many divorces if the circumstances are ripe for it.
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