SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT

When I was younger, I  had many friends.  One such friend I'll call him Joe, (not his real name)  I had hooked up with a few times at  beer parties  we had when we were teenagers, but nothing ever happened. Nothing past the feverish make out sessions you have in your teen years.  It was all pretty innocent stuff.   We came pretty close once, but the man was a Gentleman, and in the end nothing really happened.
But years later, I was to find out that his wife blamed me for her bad marriage, and the fact that they never got along, and eventually separated.   This chick even went so far as to go to his grave in tears to spin some bullshit tale about how I was "Stalking" her and her children because I kept running into her everyplace I went. And quite by accident to.  Seems we had similar interests, which might explain why her Ex. and I hit it off to begin with.
How do I know all this?  Because I had to deal with her dead ex who came through a Medium I was talking to one night.  We where in the middle of a reading when he came through.  She  told me he was very angry, and wanted  her to  "Tell  that  bitch to Stay away from my family".     I told him (by way of the medium) that someone had given him the wrong information.  His response was "I'll find out the truth, and I'll be back when I do".  Then he left, still Pissed off as I understood it .   I assume he did find the truth,  as I have never heard from his spirit again.  And I do hope his soul is at rest now.
But the point of all this is to set the record straight right? so here it goes.:
To begin with, I was not the only person this man was fooling with at the time.  Perhaps I was the one she was the most threatened by, and that's why she picked me to lay the blame on, but as I understand it, I was not the only one.  or perhaps it's because I knew the truth of their relationship, and she didn't want anyone to believe me.
 You see, back in the Seventies, when you wanted to get married and your boyfriend wasn't cooperating,  all you had to do was "get knocked up" and he'd have to marry you then.  It was a pretty common practice back then, and she wasn't the only one to trap a man into marriage.  I know a few chicks who went that route.  And none of their marriages worked out either.   And again how do I know this? well I know it because her ex (rest his soul) told me when he was alive that's how.  His version of their marriage was as follows:
"I put it there, so I have to take care of it."
 It wasn't a marriage he was looking forward to. It was more of something he had to do now.
And if I had any kind of interest in this man at all,  how come I had no idea where he was, or what he was doing when he died?  Why did I not know when he was separated? How come I never asked around about him, tried to contact him to tell him how much I missed him, and loved him, and wanted to make a life with him now that he was  separated?  
Because I didn't care that's why.  Because I was already married when he was separated, and I had no interest in pursuing a life with him that's why.  He was a friend. Something I suspect he never was to her, so maybe that was the reason it didn't work out for them. 
I knew nothing of this man past those make out sessions in the woods so many years ago.
 And let's be clear,  I did want to, and did try to apologize  to her, and to tell her that nothing happened between us, and I was sorry to hear he had died,  I tried once when I ran into her at an event I was attending. but she wouldn't even let me. Wouldn't even acknowledge my presence.  Told her friend standing there with her  "I'm not speaking to her." "that bitch tried to sleep with my husband." As if they were married at the time.   Like I had chased him down, kidnapped him, and held a gun to his head or something.  As if he had no responsibility at all for his own actions, and I had forced him into it.  Or maybe that's just what she needed to believe. 
Or maybe she's still the same Drama Queen she was back then, and she's still using the story to get attention. I don't know.
What I do know is the truth. And so does he now.  And I'm good with that. 

BEAUTY FOR ASHES

Easter.  The Holiest day of the Christian year.  It was on this day that Our Lord And Savior Jesus Christ rose from the dead and Descended into Heaven.
And on this, the  most Holiest Day day of all days,  I just wanna take a minute to say thank you to God.
 Thank you God.  Thank you for every wonderful, awful, crazy, unimaginable thing you've ever given to me, taken from me, or done for me.
Thank you for the Angel you sent me (that dark morning on the way to work while I was heading straight for a tree while fiddling with the radio)  to warn me to "LOOK UP" and I did.
 And it saved me from an accident in which I would have surely died.
And I wanna thank you God for saving me when I called on you to "Help Me Father"  on that rainy day when a car laterally spinning down a hill towards my car could have, and Should have taken me out.  We stood there for a long time that driver and I, trying to figure out how in the world he didn't hit me as he had no control at all over his car that spun straight for me, and then went completely AROUND my car jumping a curb, and coming  to a stop just before the woods. 
And I wanna thank you God for coming to me on that horrible night after weeks of praying to you, and begging  my cat to  give me ANY kind of sign that I should take him to the Vets to end his life because he had Cancer.  You came to me by way of the light that night.  So bright and beautiful but it didn't hurt at all to look into it.  I knew it was time when you shined that light on my baby.  I had forgotten just how beautiful he was until I saw his soul in that light.  I knew then it was time to give him back. Even though I really didn't want to.
And I wanna thank you for giving me my Ozzy. (My Silky Terrier) who gave me the strength to go on after I had to give my Freight Ticket back.  You let me keep him for eighteen years,  and you let me be with him when he died of heart failure.   It killed me when I had to give them back. They were my babies. by best friends. The only somebodies here who ever loved me.  And I wanna thank you for them.  I literally would not have gotten through without them.
I wanna thank you God for being there for me whenever I found myself lying face down in the mud (and it's happened allot) and looked up to find that everyone had walked away, and  there was no one there for me.  Thank you for giving me the strength to not lay there and play the victim, but  to get back up again and fight my way back  tooth and nail to an even better life then before.   Today I am buying my own home.  I own my own car.  I still work but could retire if I wanted to as I have worked there for so many years and have a pension.
  When I look back at all I have lost through the years, and  all that I have now, there is only one conclusion I can come to. God Is Real.  I've seen his glory.  And I praise it every day.

God gave me Beauty For Ashes.   I am beyond Grateful.  And I couldn't ask for anymore.

Wishing you and yours a very Happy Easter!