Hi all,
I am sorry to disturb you with my words but today I really feel bad, this is not going to be a happy story so if you close it now and return to the porn pages or jokes pages I will understand, no problem.
Today (24 december) 1993 (yes long time ago, I am getting old, I know) is the day I burried my first "husband" (we were not legaly married but in those days - here in the Netherlands- a marriage contract between gays was almost same as a marriage between straight couples).
Anyway, he was 37 at the time and I was 28, since then I dated and even thought of a second marriage* which almost happened, but unfortuntly my "supposed" second husband died in a car crash weeks before our wedding.
* in our culture (I am blue - Indonesian- living in Holland) marriage is a thing you do just ONE time so when second man died I thought it was something like a punishment since I wanted a second husband.
This morning I visited my mother, she is close to 80 now, we had tea but we did not talk about what happened 17 years ago, I know she misses my husband too (we often talk about him and sometimes she rememberes me about hings he said that I have forgotten) since he was as a son to her, but she did not or could not ask me how I felt today.
When my husband died I promissed him I wait for him, if the Bible is right and he should stand up from his grave (his believes), or in an afterlife (what we believe in) he will wait for me.
But as I get older it is getting harder to keep my prommise. I mean when I come home from work I would like it if there is someone there to listen to my stories, or if something happens to him I can be there for him.
Today I have my mother and other relatives (we have a strong family-but at same time when my mother does not talk who is left?) to talk to but 1 day I might be here al alone and what then?
Sorry to bother you with my thoughts ...
Take care you all ok?
Jeroen
I am sorry to disturb you with my words but today I really feel bad, this is not going to be a happy story so if you close it now and return to the porn pages or jokes pages I will understand, no problem.
Today (24 december) 1993 (yes long time ago, I am getting old, I know) is the day I burried my first "husband" (we were not legaly married but in those days - here in the Netherlands- a marriage contract between gays was almost same as a marriage between straight couples).
Anyway, he was 37 at the time and I was 28, since then I dated and even thought of a second marriage* which almost happened, but unfortuntly my "supposed" second husband died in a car crash weeks before our wedding.
* in our culture (I am blue - Indonesian- living in Holland) marriage is a thing you do just ONE time so when second man died I thought it was something like a punishment since I wanted a second husband.
This morning I visited my mother, she is close to 80 now, we had tea but we did not talk about what happened 17 years ago, I know she misses my husband too (we often talk about him and sometimes she rememberes me about hings he said that I have forgotten) since he was as a son to her, but she did not or could not ask me how I felt today.
When my husband died I promissed him I wait for him, if the Bible is right and he should stand up from his grave (his believes), or in an afterlife (what we believe in) he will wait for me.
But as I get older it is getting harder to keep my prommise. I mean when I come home from work I would like it if there is someone there to listen to my stories, or if something happens to him I can be there for him.
Today I have my mother and other relatives (we have a strong family-but at same time when my mother does not talk who is left?) to talk to but 1 day I might be here al alone and what then?
Sorry to bother you with my thoughts ...
Take care you all ok?
Jeroen